Silver54321
08-08-06, 06:58 PM
There is the old saying, "You can't go home again."
I am curious if anyone has a very long heritage and history with a particular house and has had to sell it / rent it over to strangers, or had something else happen to it, (e.g. natural disaster, eminent domain, etc) and how it made you feel. Even if you haven't had to give up or lose your special house, have you contemplated your feelings of "what if..." and if so, what are they?
The house I grew up in, is the house I presently live in. My paternal grandfather built this house over 75 years ago. This is his legacy and is all I will ever know of him, as he died when I was only an infant. This house has remained in the family for three generations. As a child, my father owned it. Later, it went to my mother, and one day it will become mine.
Despite the fact that I have had to move several times throughout my life, "home" has always been home. I can't imagine home not being home, meaning that it remained in the family and was always accessible. Certain conditions of my neighborhood have often led me to wish that I could give up my home, although realistically, I have no need, intention, or desire to do so. As long as I am living, the unlikely idea of the house ever being sold and being lived in by non-family members and total strangers is very disturbing. I find the concept horribly violating and alien. On the other hand, if some disaster were to occur, I'd probably find myself in a total state of mourning, bewilderment, and disbelief.
I am curious if anyone has a very long heritage and history with a particular house and has had to sell it / rent it over to strangers, or had something else happen to it, (e.g. natural disaster, eminent domain, etc) and how it made you feel. Even if you haven't had to give up or lose your special house, have you contemplated your feelings of "what if..." and if so, what are they?
The house I grew up in, is the house I presently live in. My paternal grandfather built this house over 75 years ago. This is his legacy and is all I will ever know of him, as he died when I was only an infant. This house has remained in the family for three generations. As a child, my father owned it. Later, it went to my mother, and one day it will become mine.
Despite the fact that I have had to move several times throughout my life, "home" has always been home. I can't imagine home not being home, meaning that it remained in the family and was always accessible. Certain conditions of my neighborhood have often led me to wish that I could give up my home, although realistically, I have no need, intention, or desire to do so. As long as I am living, the unlikely idea of the house ever being sold and being lived in by non-family members and total strangers is very disturbing. I find the concept horribly violating and alien. On the other hand, if some disaster were to occur, I'd probably find myself in a total state of mourning, bewilderment, and disbelief.