The house was just a pile of expensive materials that some cruel people had hidden her behind.

Walking away from it cost me nothing at all, because I was not leaving anything valuable behind me.

Everything valuable I owned was buckled into the seat beside me, breathing, alive, coming with me into the sun.

You cannot lose a house that was never really your home.

And that house had never been my home.

My home, I finally understood, had never been a place at all.