It makes me kinda sad

I'm on vacation this week so don't expect alot out of me. Not that you do normally; I'm just sayin'......
Anyway, In my travels, I went past the house I grew up in. My Mom sold it about 5 years back and I've missed being able to go there ever since. Some how, it just doesn't seem right, other people living there. When I drove by the other day, I saw that the new owners had torn half the second story off. The rest of the house looks like it's been gutted down to the studs. So gone now is the place where I decided to become a musician, the place where I wrote my first song, the place where I lost my virginity and the place where I suffered my first heartbreak.
But time goes on, change flows and sweeps us along. It's OK. It just makes me a little sad.