I vividly remember as a kid having full meltdowns because of change in our home. I grew up in a small cape cod home. Of course my mom wanted to make the best out of the small space. I would leave for school and when I returned home the living room would be re arranged. I would start crying & remember this heavy feeling in my chest. My parents didn’t understand. As I grew up it became a joke, “remember when you would cry every time the furniture was changed?” Unfortunately it wasn’t a joke to me and to this day I am challenged with change.