That one is an Ozzy song in my head. I think there may have been others to sing that too, but I know the Ozzy version. It's to illustrate my epiphany of the day.
Most of my stories are... ummm... less homecoming, but more home discovering. People finding that place to belong. To feel whole, complete, and, well..., home.
That's sort of the idea with romances as well. The Happily Ever After (HEA) isn't so much the man/the relationship as it is finding that particular person that can become home. Like Hubby is for me. But it could be friends or a job or anything that just fits.
Still, I may need to read more romances. Study and take apart, style reading.
It's an interesting thought though. To discover I'm writing the same story over and over.
I must think more on this.