Sitting in my room, I have the opportunity to reflect on my past years spent in this one house. I can remember many different stages of my life under this roof. It is hard to pack all my cherished belongings into cardboard boxes marked "bedroom" only to be taken out and placed in a whole new surrounding. It is frightening to think about not coming home to these same four walls which are so familiar. I know that I will make it in a new environment. It will take a while but in time this new house will seem like the old one. It is not the house that makes a home, it is the family. This is what life is all about ... new experiences. c