The last time I went to our old house and clean, I can’t help but cry. I am never the sentimental type. In fact, we moved a few times, yet I never felt a connection with our previous homes. I never had problems moving on.
With this house, this is the only house I felt so at home. Like this is really our own place. I loved it. It had a lot of memories. Considering there were more sentimental moments happened in the previous homes, this one made me feel like I really left home. I cried while cleaning. I just need to get it over with, that I went out as fast as I can.
But whenever I feel homesick, I still pass by the house just to see it. I missed it.
We gave some of our stuff away. And when I found out they haven’t took care of it, like we do, I wanted to take it back. I have gone through a lot of our stuff. I don’t even use most of it, but it’s hard to let go.
I probably felt the loneliness more when I realized, I’m on my own. I know I’m independent yet knowing that I have only myself to take care… no one to look after and no one looking after me, it saddens me.
My family has gone through a lot at that home. It will always be a home to me.