Ihave to admit, that all these sentiments have initiated the missing of my ingenuous smiles. I smile, I just smile. I call it, an empty smile, a bitter sweet smile. When I smile, I whisper to myself, I want to go home…my new loving home. I have realized, that home is not where you live. It’s who we’re with. It doesn’t mean though that I then neglect my past, that I will bury all those over and done. I just want to start a new life, in my new home. That makes me feel guilty.