After spending all weekend at Loras because of work and what not I then had to do one of the hardest things I have ever done. I had to say by to the place I call home. Its the house I have known for 22 years. The place where I grew up and have watched people live and die. Nothing comes close to the sadness I feel about losing this house. It may seem silly to you that I am so attached to just bricks and mortar but Its the place I imagined having a family, be sent off from on my wedding day and growing old with that peice of my families history. But no, its all been ripped away from me, just like everything else I loved this year. Nothing will ever replace my grandad, my puppy and my home.