childhood home

Leaving your childhood behind is like leaving a home filled with memories, good and bad.
Leaving them and knowing you can never change a thing. Moving in a new home with new
walls, new memories to make, good and bad.
your childhood home, which you left behind to go to university can never be changed.
the memories you made are sealed into the wall, the air full of the beautiful laughter of children.
The floor wet with tears that you cried over your first heartbreak, your first mental
breakdown.
the only consistency to this point where the walls of your childhood home, the
safety that came with those.

You never had to feel homeless, you never had to feel like you
didn't belong in your childhood home.
Now you are leaving it behind, and you stumble into
the new home of your adulthood, uncertainty, unknowingly, you don’t know what is next. The
home is empty, no tears on the floor, no laughter in the air, it feels empty, like it isn't even
your home yet.
The feeling of familiarity that you always felt is gone. You were pushed into
something that is unfamiliar.
the walls filled with trauma, laughter and happiness of your
once childhood home can now never be changed. You just have to know that now the walls
can be filled with love, the journey of finding yourself, and even more happiness than before.
Change is always new, but not always bad.