Homesick

My mom used to say that salt water could cure everything, be it sweat, tears, or the sea. I'm not sure that is the case for me anymore.
 
I can hear the voices of my village, my family chiding me for leaving. No one who leaves the Tooth ever stays away for long. I was told that the world will change people, leave them broken, and that happiness and safety lay in the simple life of the island.
 
They're not entirely wrong. I miss the simplicity, the people, the routine. And I've definitely changed.
 
I still believe there is magic in stories, and well, now I can see the proof of that. But words on pages, in books, well they're not as bloodless as I thought. It scares me a little.
 
The world needs stories and songs of hope in times like this.
 
So I'll write them.
 
Yes, this adventure of mine has changed me.
 
But it hasn't broken me. I wont let it.