Just two weeks ago I was spending my last night in a house I’ve lived in for so long. It feels as though my whole life is being altered; even though only one thing is chaning. It’s time to look forward to the future and move on, some may say. But they don’t get it. Think about it; for all of my 13 years I have livedd in one spot. And suddenly I don’t anymore. All I feel is sadness.
The other day I saw the new family that is living in our old house. They were playing in the backyard and looked so happy. All I feel is joy for them. I want someone to love that house the way I did.
First day in a new house and it’s weird. It feels empty; not quite homey enough yet. All I feel is hope; I hope that the next 13 years here will be just as good as the last. Hope that I will feel okay again, at some point.