I spent years feeling like this, wondering if each new place I went would be the home I was looking for. Then I realized that "home" is not something the universe is supposed to give me, a magical place where I'll suddenly feel I belong. It's a commitment I make to a place and to a community. I found a place that didn't feel like home at first, but I decided to make it my home. Every day that I spend here strengthens my commitment. Every day it becomes a little more like "home".
I believe the graph axes were labeled opposite. Maybe this was an unintentional sign that the person will think or feel younger as they get older and encounter the most chances they've ever had.