Oh wow I keep forgetting how I have a piece of tile my mom brought from my childhood home to our new house I wish we didn't have to move, my childhood home was so small and now our new house is bigger but was it seriously worth it? I didn't want to leave, I never wanted to part from my childhood home. I feel connected to it so hard and I've been crying about it for a while. I miss it so bad, I just want to go back

I just want to return, my childhood house was so full of life, and I was happier there. Seeing it so empty now breaks my heart and I don't know what to do. I remember the first day of moving, I was actually pretty scared and nervous since it was my first time moving. Sometimes I just wish I wake up and this was all a bad dream and it's still 2020 and I've just created this account. But at the same time, I wouldn't have all these cool people I met today if I did. But I'd do anything to be carefree again like I was in 2020, when this website was actually active and I had barely any worries. When my dog was actually alive and when I could stay at my childhood home for as long as I wanted to. If I knew back then that I was limited on the amount of time I had at my childhood home, I'd do everything I could to breathe it all in. I remember everything from that house.

Something in this new house is missing. The way I was happier back then, the comfort of my childhood being with me back at my childhood home, the warmth knowing that my childhood home was safe and cozy, etc etc. I could go on for days. It's just missing the stuff my childhood home has. I'm going to go cry now