After all this time living in my childhood home, we might (might!) be moving very suddenly and very very soon. I didn't think it would happen so quickly and I'm hit with the sorrow of leaving the home with all the memories of my Mum. I thought the stress & effort of moving would be the hard thing, I thought I would have a little more warning to give my time to adjust. Instead I find myself not coping well with losing this connection. I hadn't realised just how much a comfort it's been.