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I recently moved from my childhood home and bought a house. I thought moving would be all I could ever want, but no one tells you how much you’ll miss home when you leave. Or at least, they DO tell you, but you wont listen. I lived in my parents house for 2 decades, almost every memory I have is in that house, from elementary school to college. It’s strange now, how often I feel home sick in my new home. I feel as though I’ve lost someone very important to me, but I’m the only one mourning. 

So I drew the first day I ever saw my old home, and the first day I ever saw my new home. Its so weird, I feel like Im missing details from my old house, yet I know I remember it better than my new one. I also drew my teddy bear, because he's been with me the longest. Hes the only stuffed animal I took from home, kinda like the last thing I got to keep from my old life.

Sigh. its been a rough few months in my new place. Im overjoyed to have bought a new place, dont get me wrong. I understand not many people can do that at 25, and Im grateful, but its been hard to let go of everything from my old house, everything thats familiar to me. Up until now I've experienced every first day of school in that house, every milestone and triumph, every heartbreak, every loss...its kinda like I dont know who I am now that I dont live there. 

I suppose this was art therapy for me. Its not great, but it was nice to make something for myself.