The Ghost of Christina Past

I'm trying to pick a place to live. I can't decide. A year ago, I could've told you exactly where I wanted to live. I loved the neighbors, loved the area, loved the shops, bars, and restaurants. And now? I haven't set foot there since February. The thought of going back there gives me anxiety. I need to find a new neighborhood to love. It's like your memories attach themselves to particular places and tactile objects in your possession. I hear voices echo in the back of my mind of people I used to love...and probably still do on some level...but I know them no longer. People I came to know as the ones who would do anything for me. They were my family. Now...not so much.

I just want to retreat to a corner of the world and sleep for days. I need a break.