Revisiting former palaces

Returned to see the old house in Tel Aviv, the first time since moving to smallsville. The house me and mrs. anglosaxy converted from a tip into a fairly cute tip. But, no longer our house. On paper it is, of course, but it just felt very strange, almost soulless. No more shoes littered about on the floor, no cushions on the sofa and what the hell is that bed doing in the middle of the room? Shouldn't it be over there against the wall? Feckin' idiots.

Strange feeling, seeing someone else's interpretation of the blank canvas that was once your place.