Diary of my life It is not the first time when I am changing an accommodation. I was a student for 5 years and changed 4 or 5 flats. However, when you leave a place where you were born and raised, you feel different. The first time when we changed house, it was eighth autumn of my life. Our home was the only place that I could imagine myself living. My dad had founda job in another town, and they decided to move. We couldn't sell our home, because there were not any job to survive. We built a house in the new town. And I started forgetting about the place that was so valuable for me. About a year we did not visit to that town. So, one day my parents wanted me to see the place and revise my childhood memories. I'll never forget the feeling that I felt when I saw my sweet home, and I couldn't help crying by walking around. A week ago my parents sold the house that was built by them, where I was a teenage girl, where we celebrated my graduation and my sisters got married. I know, a home is where our close people are around. However, I can't resist to feel that way again.