Moving!

Sitting in my empty bedroom. My last night in this house. It's hard to accept that the only evidence that i was ever here is the art on the walls, soon to be painted over with a neutral tone. It will have fresh wall paper lacquered to the walls, further burying the hours of art I painted by hand onto them. The walls that were once mine. The walls that were once the framework of my own little amityville, my own little sanctuary where the rules didn't apply. My sanctuary will be fitted with new shelves, a new bed with matching wardrobes, bedside tables and lamps and most frightiningly, it will be fitted with a new teenager to make of it what he or she will..
It's odd, moving house. Over time, our residence becomes much, much more than a place to reside.
Over the past few days, Pembrokeshire has unlocked some of it's secrets to me which are drawing me closer to myself and my roots from not only this existence. Wherever I go, and for however long I leave for.. Pembrokeshire will be my HOME, in every sense of the word! When i come home i will have my true family waiting for me with open arms. I used to think that Pembrokeshire was a prison, the end of the line, a place to get away from. - I couldn't have been more wrong. For a person like me, this is the place to be. I feel at peace. At last.

It's time to fall asleep for the last time in this house. It's sad saying goodbye but, ultimately it is the birth of a new era not only the death of an old one.