I love this one! So simple, yet it carries quite a lot of weight, is heavy.

The years pass. Some of us might read this with regret. I do. I would mourn the loss of any familiar house. My hometown in the US looks exactly the same as it did when I left it at age 18. Now I am back, nearly 50 years later, and nothing has changed. I live in a house built in 1900, and the previous owners were my aunt and uncle. I can't understand knocking homes down! Is there a fear of ghosts, a need for a fresh energy in a home?