moving on

Everywhere I look, it seems as though I'm surrounded by memories. I see a certian tree and remember when I was a little girl, all the adventures I had - I see a room, and think of when I last saw the person who lived there. A car, and a time when we drove around and had a good time together, just talking or laughing. A photo - a person who can't be here anymore. And so on and so forth - As I sit here right now, im consumed with the past and with happy memories that I will never forget - no matter where I live. It's hard to look at the house you've lived in your whole life and imagine it any other way than it is right now - but things change, people change, and life moves so fast sometimes you can't keep up. We're running to catch up right now, and struggling not to leave behind a whole assortment of memories and happy things.