Home, Sweet Home

I've only been gone for three months, and there's a nostalgic air about this house, this town. Happy and sad memories dancing together through my mind, moments I once clung to. As I sit in each room, I travel back in time and relive certain moments. And you would think that between the family that currently resides here, and the past that lives in the walls, this house would be full. But it feels empty. 

It makes me realize that the life I once had here is in the past. However, instead of feeling sorrow, I am thankful for the time I had here and hopeful that I will find a new home to fill with dancing memories.