I had my check out yesterday and as I grumbles about how awful the land lord was and how absolutely disgusting under the oven was I realized how much I would miss this place. It's been HOME for so long. Both of my wonderful children have been brought home to there from the hospital. I have been through hell and back in that old and musty apartment and now it's all over. The door on that chapter of my life has not only figuratively but literally closed.
It's true my family has moved into somewhere MUCH nicer and the health of my son has improved vastly but tonight I can't help but pause and reflect on how much I miss "HOME" my mother tells me that my new place will feel like home as soon as my pictures and whatnot are up on the walls but I have a fear and a hope that nothing will ever quite be the same again.
