When I left home

When I left home I knew that I would not return there to live. Somehow, I knew in the back of my mind that it was the best thing I could have ever done. I left a place I had known for twenty nine years of my life. There were so many memories and so many reasons as to why I should leave. I said goodbye to my immediate family, whom I had distanced myself from during most of my life there. I was alone. It was strange, yet difficult to just up and leave. If I would have stayed my life may have taken a turn for the worst. I cannot answer that now, but I do know that I am much better off than I was prior to leaving home. I don't call it home anymore. I have a new home where I have embraced the concept of family. I struggled at first, but I learned to adapt and overcome situations that were out of character for me. I had to learn to crawl, then walk again.