It wasn't that easy to leave your established home, the place made sacred by the graves of your parents, and move on to who knew where.

Oh don't torture my heart! I'll die of sadness in one week there. Living among strangers! How can you transplant an old tree?

Let them drown me, if that's what they want. Let them. You die once. What's there to be afraid of?

Everything that just recently had seemed eternal and solid as rock was so quickly turned into rack and ruin you just wanted to shut your eyes and forget.