The picture you see used to be the bookshelf at the foot of my bed, in my room, in my house. Now it houses my mother's crockery.
My wardrobe, which used to be stuffed with my clothes now has other clothes that look strange and out of place. I look around me room these days and feel a sense of alienation. I can't complain. I now have a house that will be personalised and made my own. But that doesn't cover up the inevitable sadness of being separated from my childhood.