I'd guess the only true one is that the grass is always greener on the other side.

[She's wanted to know and she's wanted to forget, at various points. Going home-- living through it-- would take care of her curiosity, but she's willing to bet she'd regret the loss of whatever naivety is left to her, at least in part. Ignorance isn't bliss, but it isn't hopelessness either.]

Well, there's only one way to find out.