My home
All my fond memories will soon be just that. My usual schedule will soon dissapear. Coming home to a relaxing view of a place I call home. I grew up here why would I want to leave? I dont would be my answer, I dont want to leave. If we could stay I would but since he fucked this family up we cant. A new house, new neighbors, everything is about to change. For better or worse no one knows. Its hard to explain in words how your life could just change in an instant. But the thing I will miss most is being able to call it my home. Just the feeling of being able to go to a shelter and say yes this is my home is such a feeling of relief and safety that no one could ever replace.