To my home...

We recently moved out of what I consider my one and only, real home. It happened so slowly and so quickly all at the same time. It's difficult to accept that there is someone else living there, where I lived for so long. The creaks in the floor and lock of the basement door and the clink of that little metal tag on the meter outside my bedroom window...all new sounds to them, but so old and comforting to me. Chapters of my life seem to be closing all around me these days, chapters that I'm not yet ready to close...chapters I hoped would never end. This is one of those chapters. So here's to my home, which sheltered me as I grew into the person I am today. 3319, you saw my tears and you heard my laughter and you made me feel safe. Thank you for being so good to me.