Home Sweet Home.
As I look around at the last of the boxes and the empty rooms around me and I sit in my favourite corner for the very last time, empty now, but welcoming and familiar all the same, I think.They say that at any given moment in your life, there are two people who you would lay down your life for. In a heartbeat. There are fifteen people who you genuinely truly care about or love. And there is one person who thinks about you at night before falling asleep.
As I sit here alone sipping my water, in this corner, and look around the home that used to be, I think.
There are three people I would gladly die for.
And there are nine people that I truly care about.
This home was my tenth.
It still is.
But soon enough, it will just be a memory. Something I will look at in pictures once in a while. I know its time to move on and that for every end, there is a new beginning. But I still can't help thinking. This was my home. A comfortable place. A familiar place. But most of all, a happy place.
And my heart bleeds to see it go.
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