This is my home. This is me.

If the home is where the hart is and my home is for sale, do I also bid you my heart?

As the pictures of my bed and my kitchen is laid out for everyone to see, so am I for everyone to see. Even though I have removed most of my personal things, I am still there, in the walls, in every room.

The tears that I have cried for love lost is still in the pillows on the couch. The dance of joy throughout every room has left footprints on the floor. The anger and disappointment felt as everything sometimes seems so hard and hurtful, it still resides in the wall where my fist pounded out my frustration.

I am still there. In every room, I am still there.

Even if I pack my things and leave the key to someone else, it is still my home. The place were I grew into a woman. The place were I learned the hard way that not everyone is good. Even not deep down.

The place were death came to early and took my best friend away. Oh, how I will miss running my fingers over the place he died, and there, for a brief moment, feel somewhat of a connection of souls. Pulling my hand back, and feeling strong once again. So sad it is that this place, this exact spot, will be lost forever when I move away.

The rooms are filled up with all of my emotions. Alive with the memories of good and bad that is me, that made me who I am today. To leave this place, to sell it, is one of the hardest things I have ever done, and it truly feels like I will be leaving a piece of my heart behind.

But in my briefcase and in my mind I will bring along the memories of this place, and lock it in my heart forever. And every time I think back, no matter how old I get, I will se and feel this place once again.

Closing my eyes I will feel the wind from the terrace door, pulling at the curtains. I will fell the warmth from the fireplace, and the cold from the floor. I will hear the creak from the old house telling me that it is still alive with the people that resides in it. As long as we are alive, and truly live our lives, taking it in both pain and joy, the house will keep on living.

And in the bottom corner, to the right, my apartment, where I have grown up.
And moved on.