Right now, I’m feeling this wierd mix of sorrow and pride. I just had to show my home of the past eleven years to someone who may or may not buy it. As I stepped into each room with them, I was flooded with thousands of pictures from my mind’s eye. And just as quickly, they vanished as they started discussing changes.
It’s finally hit me. I’m not going to be here much longer. Everything has changed. My saftey net, the place I feel safest, is goign to be someone elses in a matter of weeks.
How are you suposed to react to something like this?
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