Change could be a birth or a death.
That's when you realize you are no longer a part of the world that was back home.
That person who has passed was there all your life and now when you go home, they aren't there to greet you.
Smile at you.
Ask how your new life is unfolding.
At times I feel like I am just on a long vacation and soon all these new people and places will drift away and I'll find myself back in the past, back on the side veranda at Pine Tree House, back to the way things were once upon a time.
I think autumn makes me feel this way, only with a twist these past years. Autumn, when things die off. Streets become bare of green. Gardens are put to bed and "the social season" begins again to get a body through weeks and weeks of cold, miserable winter.