As I sat on the side of the bed, somewhat down in the dumps about packing up all our things, memories of growing up in this house, my stepdad walked in with another empty box seeing me look sad. As a comfort, my stepdad said that “we do not have to give away everything”, and I told him that “Lane and Josh are doing just that”. He tried to comfort me by explaining that it was good to give some to charity but I guess I felt comfort with the things I had always known. My journey has been hard enough but the pillar of comfort as I have known it, my home, was changing, uprooted, moving..