I opened the door for the last time,
The familiar feeling of the cold metal greeting my hands.
My footsteps echoed on the hard wooden floor,
A sound I found comforting and normal.
I wandered through the rooms,
Once full of life and memories,
Of warmth and happiness.
It looked foreign to me, lifeless, different, empty.
I sighed and turned back to the door.
Memories flashed through my mind but still, I left my home behind.
Because things change, and I have to get used to it.
