You've all heard of the little piggy who went wee, wee, wee all the way home, right?
But what happens when that little piggy can't find home?
He's packed and unpacked
Settled and then moved so many times
That no one place can really be called home
All hold fond memories for him
But deep in his bones
Something is different and it cannot be changed
He knows from experience
That once your belongings are packed
Your memories tucked away with your clothes
Your heavy heart packed with as much care as the glassware
There's no going back once you've left
No reviving the death of your beloved home
As sorrowful as it is you cannot go back
So you must look and walk forward
To be ready to eventually settle down again
To let your new home collect tender memories
And encourage your heart to love this new place
For though it is as delicate as glass
It's resilience will amaze you