ASC Pt. III

It was just over a year ago that I moved out of the house that I lived in for practically my entire life. At first I was just all for getting out of there and maybe, just maybe I could start over, rebuild, and get on from my life. So for a few days I just went back my house (it really was my house) and I'd take my life (the life where I was once happy) apart piece by piece. By the time moving day had come along, it wasn't anymore. Most of my stuff was gone, the furniture was scattered, everything was in boxes, and all I could think was that going on with my life didn't seem like something I really wanted to do. All my memories and all my life really was packed up in boxes and to this new house where I live that to this day still does not feel like my home. What really eats me is that, even if somehow I could go back to that house and try to relive those happy, it's really impossible because it's no longer home... it's just a house.