Once they had landed and exited the Ghost, Luke said "Man is this better then Hoth! I mean if I hadn't had to spend most of my time here farming moisture, I probably would have enjoyed it. I mean we have the best pod races in the galaxy, warm air, what more could you ask for?" "I don't know, maybe something to help you keep cool." Said poor Zeb, whose fur wasn't exactly helping him stay comfortable.
"Once I get a couple of landspeeders and the wind is blowing through your hair, I think you will start to like it here Zeb." Luke happily said back. He couldn't explain why being back made him feel this way, especially since he planned to visit his home, but maybe it was because for once, there was something familiar, something he could do for his traveling companions. Like guide them and get them landspeeders.
He saw the guy Ben had sold his old landspeeder to and he said "I'll be right back guys." He headed over and started dickering with the man, while the others stood around waiting. "Luke seems rather… excited?" Sabine said. "From what I understand this is only his second visit back since he left." Kanan replied, "Of course it could have something to do with whatever Obi-Wan told him." "Wait a second, I thought we were following the directions of some guy named Ben?" Ezra asked.
"We are. Obi-Wan and Ben were one and the same." Ahsoka replied. Luke returned to them, a grin on his face, and said "Good news, getting a couple of landspeeders turned out to be an easier task then I thought. Come on." Chopper and R2 returned to the Ghost, they didn't want to meet up with any Jawas, while the rest of the group piled into the two landspeeders, Ahsoka driving one and Luke the other.
They sped on their way towards Anchorhead, arriving there just before dusk. Luke arranged for a place for him and his friends to stay, then slipped away from the others. He decided to walk to his own home, it wasn't that far out of town and he didn't want to disturb the others as they settled in for the night. He arrived as the last sun slipped below the horizon, reminding him of one of his last moments there.
The desert had reclaimed a lot of it already, you couldn't even make out where he had buried his aunt and uncle. But he remembered it like it was yesterday and he silently paid his respects to them. He then headed inside, though he couldn't go very far as sand had been blown in both top door and into the passages that opened into the middle pit. His home wasn't really there anymore.
Heading back outside, he went and sat on the edge of the pit, which was only now a short drop, and stared up at the night sky. How many years he had dreamed about leaving Tatooine, about visiting far off worlds. Now that he had done so, it was hard to believe how different it had been then what he had imagined. Never in his wildest dreams would he have ever imagined becoming a Jedi, of joining the Rebellion and climbing quickly to a high rank, or any of the other things he had done since leaving.
He stayed there most of the night, remembering how things were, how they had changed, and how things might have turned out if two particular droids had never arrived on Tatooine.