Change?

It feels quite strange to not live in the old apartment anymore.
To drive past the exit
To be headed home and realize that this is no longer the way.
"Home" really is relative
Everything inside of the new place is the same as what was inside the old place, just arranged differently. It costs more money, is on the different side of town and is surrounded by many different people in different stages of life, but none of the components inside have changed.
I feel as if I am going to complete the transformation, I need to actually transform, not simply move all my stuff from one place to another and call it different.
But then again, was I really trying to transform?
Maybe what this experience is really trying to tell me is that where you live does not determine who you are; change is not a given.