I think I can't said goodbye to my 1st home.
Imagine if you have two houses and your first home always dirty with unorganized anything inside. You declare to life in your second home and you dont wanna know about the other one. And someday when you remember that forgotten house, you visited and found that house still alive, waiting you to back lifing there. what you wanna do??
I choose to doing what I can. I picking my broom, and cleaning my house until white again!
Today is that day!
Welcome (back) home!