The ocean, which you love, is symbolic of freedom from limits, life without bounds. Eventually, though, a nomadic life can appear in a much different light. Rather than feeling open and free, it can seem like an infinite nothingness. For a life that has not been determined that is not this or that really is nothing. It lacks shape, form, direction and identity.
People return home when they are no longer sure who they are.
They hope that their long established relations with family members will establish their identity. Of course, this return is just a desperate and hopeless makeshift effort, for who we are is no longer who our family thinks we are. And you know that. Returning home is really about finding your true self, gathering your energies that have been dispersed amidst many interests and activities. The way to do that is, as I have suggested, to illuminate your life thus far.