After 13 years of 1202 we had to move out. It was the first shifting for the wife and the daughter both.
Moving is hard. We get attached to a place. It becomes our safe heaven. Breaking that safety leaves us open -- vulnarable. I tried to believe that the true roof is the sky on our heads and no one can take that away. But for the second time in my life I felt the pain of leaving home.
Luckily we managed to stay in familiar environs. The view, though, has changed. Now we look towards the south instead at the west.