One of the most difficult things in life is losing a home for which you’ve worked all your life.
There are no words.
The heart bleeds.
Then you pick up the objects that mean home to you. And you pack them up, and you uproot yourself and your loved ones.
And you go to plant your heart in a new spot of earth. Good thing the world is a big wondrous place.
And every inch of it is home.
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