tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121962.post8618214919681292496..comments2024-02-13T08:46:20.840-05:00Comments on impudent strumpet: My childhood homeimpudent strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05599784976599854538noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121962.post-19537198285605706842013-01-01T18:17:26.736-05:002013-01-01T18:17:26.736-05:00My father did not only lose his childhood home, bu...My father did not only lose his childhood home, but he had to deal with all the stuff about selling it himself. So either he didn't have feelings, he's hiding his feelings, or the amount of work that had to be done distracted from the feelings. In any case, they seem rather baffled by my attachment. (You create a safe environment for your kids and then they feel safe there. Who'da thunk it?)impudent strumpethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05599784976599854538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121962.post-16272808283559717942012-12-31T08:37:20.139-05:002012-12-31T08:37:20.139-05:00But your parents never had their attachment tested...But your parents never had their attachment tested. (Or did they? Since one grandmother is in a retirement home, maybe one parent did.)<br /><br />I didn't think I would be sad about my parents selling the house. As a teenager, I couldn't wait to leave it, and I left as soon as I possibly could. And when they did sell it, my mother was already living elsewhere on her own. So I wasn't even visiting that house anymore.<br /><br />My sadness took me by surprise. But it was intense, felt like a huge loss. laura khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05524593142290489958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121962.post-40143118374856137602012-12-30T21:36:30.826-05:002012-12-30T21:36:30.826-05:00The weird thing is my one grandmother still lives ...The weird thing is my one grandmother still lives in her house, and my other grandmother lived in her house up to last year when she went into a retirement home. So my parents didn't even have to deal with this at my age. For some reason they aren't attached to their childhood homes, and I don't know if that's because they got to "keep" them for longer, or just a difference in personalities.impudent strumpethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05599784976599854538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121962.post-21231678599800062812012-12-29T23:06:03.959-05:002012-12-29T23:06:03.959-05:00It was years ago when my suburban parents made the...It was years ago when my suburban parents made their housing move. Well before now, that neighbourhood had changed. It was changing then.<br />Nowadays my folks are in another nice-to-live, and less urban, setting.<br />I only wish that I had the old house pictures of actually 'back in the day'.<br />After an absent of some years, I began making my original homestead pilgramage once every few years.CQhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14812751573047844045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121962.post-87983856756104003282012-12-29T08:04:36.622-05:002012-12-29T08:04:36.622-05:00Heh, I realized I relate to your situation even mo...Heh, I realized I relate to your situation even more than I first thought. When my parents sold their suburban home, I was already living in NYC (in Brooklyn), and had that same feeling of belongingness and contentment that you describe. laura khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05524593142290489958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4121962.post-91086372749702558792012-12-29T08:01:07.808-05:002012-12-29T08:01:07.808-05:00I was also very, very sad when my parents sold the...I was also very, very sad when my parents sold the house I grew up in, the only place I had lived until I was 17 years old.<br /><br />It was a small, ugly house in a place I couldn't wait to leave and would never dream of living again, but I absolutely grieved when it left my life.<br /><br />I get it. <br /><br />It's one of those big, sad steps of growing up, I think.laura khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05524593142290489958noreply@blogger.com