A moving experience.

This weekend I moved.  Not literally, well, maybe literally, as I gathered up my belongings and moved from my first house.  It maybe was not until this very moment that I realized how upset that makes me.  I watched that house being built.  I painted its walls.  I added pieces of myself over the years.  It was our home, our first real home. And we gave it away.  OK, we sold it for a good amount of profit.  But it's gone.  It's not my house anymore.