Goodbye to My Home (vanity)

Skooz's House | 04/18/2018 | Skooz

[Windflier]

...write it down and leave it for the next owners.

I love your mind. What a poetic idea.

[gnarledmaw]

I have the same story only it was maples and some kind of weeping things with a whole bunch of landscaping. Chopped it out, leveled it out, and put in the Walmart welfare shrubberies.

[morphing libertarian]

I am 71 and have lived in 23 different places. My childhood home was torn down.

I appreciate your memories. Not everyone has them

[Songcraft]

I see what you mean, Skooz.   (The moral of the story is, don't drop your favorite pipe into the memory-filled waters of yesterday -- or something like that!)       :-)

Your thread inspired me today to search on Google for others who lived through the heartwrenching sadness of leaving a wonderful home, and I found there were many accounts like that on the web.   While the homes and stories are all different (of course), there seems to be a touching, sorrowful point where they all intersect in a sense.   I'm going to put some links here to some of those stories I found, with the thought that similar stories might be helpful in some way (as they share how they dealt with their sadness), but if you are too sad already, just skip these links and ignore this post completely.

• "How to say Goodbye to a home full of memories"

• "Eulogizing a Home: How to Say Goodbye to a Place With Memories"

• "Leaving heart and home: when your house of memories becomes someone else's"

• "It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to a House"

• "Saying Farewell to a Home"

• "How to Remember Your Old House"

• "Struggling to say goodbye to the home that was built by love and memories"

One more link here is to one of the saddest songs I've ever heard, but it is also a song with a seed of hope and optimistic thinking in it.   (Again, if you are feeling just too sad right now, just skip over this song link too, and check out the Comey thread instead.)       :-)

Here goes:

• "The Old Home" - Hank Williams

[LostInBayport]

Thanks for the compliment. I’m one of those people who drive down a back road (or even sit in traffic) and look at some houses and properties and wonder about how many lives have been lived in them. In New England some houses have stood and been bought and sold for hundreds of years. In that sense each owner is really a caretaker until the next guy arrives. It would really be something to have a note like the one Skooz wrote, and know more about the ones who came before you than just names and dates.

I know, I’m soppy.