new year something to write for

I just came back,
yesterday from the island.
but it felt like i never left this place and my very room.
She said maybe i should go away for the whole year only then the miss would start growing.
i guess so , i didnt miss my house , my home or my room.
now that i started it. i found Myself didnt miss my old house as well. the Place I spent my childhood at.
is This something sad to admit?
I can remember the incidents, the happy ones , the sorrowful ones but it's not the miss that feels like killing me.
my loved Mother said it many times, she gave birth to a cat that will go away whenever it wants and if it's here it's either because it wants to or it's not be able to leave yet.