I was sad when I moved from my childhood home.

on one hand, I knew it was an end to the physical abuse from my family (and that's a bonus in itself), but on the other i'd come to know it so well- the room, the surroundings, the area, i'll never forget when people came round to look at the house and wanted to see my room, I exploded in anger and slammed the door.

I never admitted that I was sad to move, I'd just try and hide it (though the tears did come eventually).

I hope where you move too is just as good (maybe even better) than where you are now

just think: a new chapter in your life. it might be good. you might meet new people, come to love the area, you don't know