This year marks the 15 year anniversary of selling my childhood home. I’m glad we did it then because I’m not sure I could do it now. I’m glad the separation is behind me. Over the last few days I’ve been thinking more about what it would be like if we still lived there. I think about how cool it would be to stand in our old kitchen and talk the way we used to. My grandmother raised my dad and uncles there too. There is so much history in those countertops.
I think I’m getting my sentimental with age. My dad is thinking of moving again and it’s making me long for a place that we’ve lived in for a long time. He hopes to bring our dining room set with him and I think that will be nice. We have used excellent polish and have looked after it immaculately. Initially, I thought he was being silly. It seats ten people so it’s been difficult to find a retirement home that has a dining room to fit it. Over the last few days, I have seen why it’s so important.
Tradition and family is so important. We build our lives on these beliefs, foundations, and what our relatives think of our choices. As I mentioned, I don’t think I could part with that house now that I am 40. When I was 25, I was looking for new adventures and happy to leave home behind. Now, all I want to do is go home.