I lived in the same house for most of my life.
It was the only home I had ever known.
I used to think that I couldn’t live anywhere else.
This is where I was born and raised.
So much of me belonged in this home
Much loved family pets were buried in the yard.
I couldn’t imagine ever leaving it.
However, when my Mother passed away we moved house.
I moved to another city.
When I go back to my home city, I drive past that house.
Another family lives there now.
This is no longer my home.
Not just because I have moved out.
But because my Mother who made it a home, is gone.