Immortal Guests of Modern and Ancient Times

I am not a stranger, I am not a traveler. I am a lonely wanderer with no road to my hometown. I miss my hometown and feel that my hometown is no longer there, but when I look back, I have returned to my hometown. The memory of the past ten years has been empty, and I have to explore the present to find the truth. That person pointed me to the road to return to my hometown. Is returning to my hometown really my hometown now? (Full text without knife) (If the writing is not good, just read it for fun, I just want to vent my life)