I have been forced out of my home. It doesn’t feel the same as it did yesterday morning. I knew the walls and trusted that the foundation. Today my home betrays me with memories that make me close my eyes tight, willing them away, replacing them with immediate remedies through escapism.  Though it looks the same as yesterday, I know that it has changed and we are separated for good.  Today, my home feigns familiarity but remains foreign in nature.