Having only moved a handful of times most grouped very closely in my life so far I find myself pondering the investment ofa house.
It seems to me that the invesment of a house is an investment in your own heart. To make you own home instead of waiting for the world to give you or let you have one. Someplace to weather the storms and know waits for you. I look over my old room now empty and for all the energy and life i put into it..I feel stripped of the sanctuary i once found in it already.
I miss it so much already, but even if offered to go back i will not accept, probably ever.
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