The room she was sitting in was slowly piling up with boxes. The bedroom walls that used to be distraught with pictures were now bare. Soon there would be no trace that she had even been there. It would just be another vancant place from her past, and the next resident would put up there own pictures without ever knowing what used to belong there.
She took a step outside and inhaled a deep breath, reminding herslef that the air changes from place to place, much like the people. She began to run and watched as everything formed into something new, until she could no longer recongnize her surroundings. Was this her new home?