As mentioned in my other responses, as a five year old, I grieved heavily for my old life. I had moved from DC to London, leaving my house and friends behind. I felt like I had grown up so much in such a short span of time. I missed being a little kid (despite only being five) and I missed the childhood I believed to have left behind. Most of all, I missed my house. Probably because it had embodied all the sense of loss that I wasn't able to place. I felt like my favorite place, my safe space, was taken from me. I felt as though I would never again feel the comfort that had come with the house.