What a horrid day.

I have started a new scrapbooking course called "no place like home". I haven't stopped crying for the last 4 days. My Mum and Dad have just sold their farm. The house has been in my family since 1945. I lived my childhood there. I was so excited that my parents were starting a new chapter in there lives and didn't have any feelings what so ever about them selling, so I thought. But this scrapping course has made me look at what my home town is like, and the good memories and now I feel like someone has died. Which makes me feel very pathetic as it is just a house. I have the memories and I will make new ones where ever my parents are. BUT I so want to go home and say goodbye one last time. But as it is a 31 hour flight and half a world away (and very expensive) it isn't going to happen.