Target Dress, Ralph Lauren Boots, Kate Spade Bag
My parents moved out of their house a couple of months ago. This was the house I grew up in, and the only other house I lived in before I got married. Even though the house isn’t sold yet, I still didn’t want to visit it, and that’s saying a lot because I’m a pretty sentimental person. I knew that if I went back, sat in my old room, and replayed the memories of growing up there I would feel really depressed. But my husband wanted to check it out so naturally I tagged along. On the drive there I was mentally preparing myself for a flood of emotions I was sure to feel once I got there.
Then I had an idea instead of waltzing through the big empty house replaying memories in my head, I would send videos to my siblings as I walked through the house. Hearing their responses and sharing a few memories with them made the whole experience a lot less lonely. I was also really glad to have my husband there who was my comic relief and kept my smiling the whole time. We even decided to take a few photos in the area to lighten up the mood. I can’t say I would soon go back, but at least now I feel like I said goodbye in a way. It was a wonderful place to grow up and I will forever cherish the memories I had there.
Did you ever feel this way about somewhere you grew up or used to live?