"I can understand that feelin'. Realizing that your experiences, while making you grow the entire time, have grown you too large for your home, and it's almost like you just don't fit in anymore. Right?"

He glanced down and when Gobo, after a pause, nodded, he continued. "That happened to me in my youth, actually. I'd spent the previous couple o' decades gaining wealth for back home, to support my family. And when I finally made it, was finally rich beyond my wildest dreams, I thought I would move back into my home in Scotland." He sighed, nostalgic at the memory but not regretful, having long made his peace with this. "I was wrong. Scotland, that part anyway, had become too 'backwater' and I had changed too much because of my travels. It's not necessarily a bad thing, to feel like you don't belong where you came from. Home is where you make it, after all. And ultimately, I made a new one. My living family members and I decided to travel together for a while, and 'twasn't long after that that I founded what would become the modern Duckburg. Everythin' since then has been history, as they say."