Waltz

Sleep evades me tonight as I'm steadily leading a waltz with my thoughts. I'm home but only for so much longer. These walls I've built my safe haven in are soon to be empty. My trinkets and touches of life will be moved else where. Home as I know it will have a new name, a new face and a new place.

 Will I like it?
 I hope so.

I already wage wars against myself for giving up my beloved privacy.

All my life I've had to share openly everything I did and all that I owned. I had no room to call my own. Only a couch and a corner with tubs filled with what little I had. Seldom I was humble and asked to stay with my grandparents in a bed, in a room, in a space I could call my own for a short while.

I've worked hard for everything I've ever had and I've taken pride in knowing this.
This home was my pride, my way of saying "look Mom I'm becoming something on my own."
 Yet now I am humble again and returning from where I came.

Life's lessons can be harsh but each has a morale and I will soon find mine.