Don't listen

Yesterday, I was in my childhood home, reminiscing about all the memories in every corner of the home. That house was so important to me, that whole town, but it's hard to recognize the most important things while they're right in front of your face. Today, I am trapped in an unfamiliar place, still a 4 walled building with a roof, full of rooms but no memories. Walking through this house I feel the moments, the energy, but none of them are mine. I know mom is trying her hardest and it is a nice place, nicer then our old house that's forsure. But being convinced a fresh start is for the best is really only for older people, I think young people know you are what eat, not where you stay. Giving up your way of life is hard when you're 17, to start fresh and lose everything you've worked so hard to gain. Her memory of the old house was nothing like mine, she only saw the bad things. The negatives, they impacted her so greatly she couldn't face it anymore. I try to support her, but I rarely communicate with her about the real issues. She would rather pretend things are fine, things are going to get better. But I know the truth. My father died in my childhood home, and things are never going to be the same again.