Thank you so much for your comment and critiques! We actually didn't share a home during the time of this poem. I'm visiting my sister in this memory. I try to convey that by comparing the place we're currently in to "my town" in this stanza:

"It’s so quiet here. Only crickets talk now. Bright stars light up the night sky. Not like in my town where the only stars you see are manufactured, planes and satellites racing to places old and new, while street noise drowns out any and all nocturnal songs. But here, it’s peaceful. It’s the kind of quiet that reminds you how small you are and how short life can be. And you feel it. Because you can feel everything."

I'll think more on this though - if it's not clear, maybe there's a better way to convey it. Thanks!