Californian life, I find myself saying goodbye to another house, but this time it is my childhood home. I knew the day would come when eventually this small, semi-detached house would no longer be a haven for me (albeit only mentally seeing as I live 6,000 miles away). I knew that day would come. I just didn't know how sad it would make me. I feel so far away.
Goodbye little red-brick house, you were my family's rock.