It's strange when you're moving to another house, leaving the house you lived in for almost all your life, leaving the memories, the people, the places... But somehow you are not even that sad for leaving! You don't have friends you'll miss, you didn't have really good memories to remember and smile. It's true maybe you'll have something like a rock on your chest! But I guess it's all because we're humans right? We get attached to people, places and everything we spend a lot of time with..i guess this is the reason!! It's hard to leave a place you lived in it for so many years, you cried behind its doors, you laughed in its rooms, your laughter filled the whole house sometimes, and your screams other times .. but in the end it's life right? We have to move on! What else could we do?