Aw, I'm sorry and I totally feel where you are coming from. My parents are selling the house I grew up in since they're getting divorced. I cried the other day when I was over there decorating for my dad and I realized it was the last one. I haven't lived their in years but I feel like it's *my* house. Their new houses won't feel that way.
Is anyone in the Twin Cities house hunting? Maybe a MLer can buy my parent's house and we can keep it in the "family." :-)
I know you're joking but can I say that I so don't recommend this.
I had feelings when my grandma sold their house, it was just so weird. A friend of mine bought it and it is so weird. It doesn't look like the house I remember from my childhood at all, which is to be expected, and I thought it wouldn't bother me but it does. It's just too weird, I honestly think I'd just rather never set foot in the house again than to see what someone else has done to it and know without a doubt that what I knew is gone.
Plus I get all kinds of feels when I pass it when I'm in town and see that the grass needs mowed or the porch needs painted or whatever and think about how hard my grandparents worked on the house and yadda yadda yadda.
But I totally get why you're having feelings, it's a pretty sucky experience. I'm sure this time of year doesn't help any.
Post by thinkofthesoldiers on Dec 20, 2014 15:38:42 GMT -5
I haven't read any replies but I think you need to change perspective. The house is a thing. You have your memories. It is like keeping a sweater because you wore it to hs graduation. No one can take your memories. And the people that made the memories with you ate whats important -- not where they were made.
My childhood home was sold when I was in my early twenties, and the memory is closely intertwined with my mom's cancer and passing away. then I moved away for many years, but I'm back in mn now. .. but my aunt and uncle still live next door and I'm always there. I catch myself staring at my old house like a creeper all the time, wishing I could go in, but not wish to at the same time. It's hard not to feel those feelings.
Eta: there have also been times my sister and I have had one too many beers and taken ourselves on literal walks down memory lane through the yard at 3 am or so. Not the recommended approach to dealing with your feelings. But kind of funny.