"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone
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That is SO true. When I go visit my parents home now, it's like wow...I remember living here. Then again, my brother took over my old room and my mom re-vamped before my sister's wedding, so it really isn't the same place. Now home is the new house I'll be moving into. Strange how the transition occurs.
I went home for the first time in 5 years last month. It was SO weird. My entire bedroom was exactly as I had left it. My posters and pictures still on the walls, my clothes still in the closet, dresser. The same items sitting on my bookshelf. It was like I warped back in time. And the last time I was there, it WAS home. It's amazing how much can change in 5 years and how much you grow up and get used to your own life, away from your family. I feel like I'm in this really weird in between place because home isn't home anymore, but here really isn't either. I kind of feel like I don't have a home and I don't really belong anywhere at the current moment.
I can't imagine my parents selling our house though. It must be tough for you to go to a new "home."
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I can't imagine my parents selling our house though. It must be tough for you to go to a new "home."
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