There's No Place Like Home

As I sit here on my bed making eye contact with nothing but the bare walls, I have mixed feelings inside.

Today began my vigorous room-cleaning and packing up various things to move. Also, I can't believe how empty it looks in here just because I took loads of pictures and memories off the wall. We're only moving like, 30 minutes away but still. This is a big change. Don't get me wrong- I'm excited to move into a new house in a new town with new people after living here for all of my life. It's gonna be an adventure, to say the least. But I will miss it here. I've grown up here, and this will always be my home. This will always feel like my home. I guess the next place will just be a house until I've lived there for awhile. My old life will soon be packed up in boxes, anxiously waiting to be carried away by strange people who get paid to drop us off at a new life. My rose-pink walls will forever hold these memories. They will always stay alive here.

"There's no place like home" takes on a whole new meaning for me. You know, you've been there: you had a stressful, long day at school or work and you come home. You flop on the couch and chill out. It's your safe haven, of a sort. For awhile, I'll just come back to my house. Eventually this new house will be my home, but until then, it's open season for change.

Thank you for reading another one of my rants.