That's basically what's happened to me. Heck, even after I left, the Malnosso aged me back up to where I was.

[Which, on one hand, has eased some confusion while, on the other hand, is still strange.]

And even though a year passed back home, compared to the years I spent here, those memories feel like just a small part of me. An important one, sure, but I still feel more at home right here. In a way, that is kind of scary.