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Weird but totally normal and inevitable milestone in life.
8 months ago
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My parents bought (well down payment) the house I was raised in back in 1963. Built that year, roughly same style as others on the block with minor variations here and there. Remodeled and expanded in 1980. We, as does anyone, grew up, grew older, and moved out. My mother was the last to say goodbye last Friday; signed papers and handed over keys to the real estate agent to prepare to put it on the market. Our home, 1963-2025.
I feel a weird sense of disconnect, of loss, even though I haven’t lived there for nearly 30 years and have a home of my own now. It’s not the physical and legal separation in that I can no longer go back there without trespassing but that I no longer have a physical grounding to the home base of my childhood and teenage memories.
And it really makes me feel…old.
I feel a weird sense of disconnect, of loss, even though I haven’t lived there for nearly 30 years and have a home of my own now. It’s not the physical and legal separation in that I can no longer go back there without trespassing but that I no longer have a physical grounding to the home base of my childhood and teenage memories.
And it really makes me feel…old.
I’ve driven past it a few times in the intervening years. It’s odd to know I’m no longer welcome there. I wonder how much has changed, yet fear what I’d discover inside. Mom was very particular about that house and her soul touched everything inside of it. I find myself regretting that I didn’t thoroughly document it with photos. But if I close my eyes, I can see it in my mind as clearly as the day I left it.