Every time I go to visit my mom, I get all these memories flooded back and you know, there is something profound about walking through your old neighborhood,exchanging smiles with so many known faces and visiting your school.No matter where I go with my travels throughout my life, there will never be another place in this universe that could hold a spot in my heart like this one.
Every corner of the road and the fast food stalls have a story to tell.
Some people find it hard to remember childhood experiences. For some, the past is more vivid, while for others, it is vague and unclear. Some remember what happened while others only remember what they felt about what happened.
Our parents generation was proud to be homeowners – they didn’t move around like we do today. The general sentiment in the 80’s was to buy a house and live there until you die –
Today, home ownership is viewed as much as an investment as it is a privilege, as the cost of housing is at an all-time high. We buy the minimum amount of space we need, expecting to move with each major life event.Our memories are scattered.
Where we grew up ,that’s our parents home,the buildings are very old and sooner or later will be demolished and a new construction with latest facilities for an improved quality of life will come up.Lot of positives no denial to that.
But there is an emotional aspect too -I am already forecasting the disoriented feeling where I would look at my house and the neighborhood where I have spent my entire childhood and hardly recognize it because the landscaping has changed.There are countless memories with the various holidays, birthdays, and special occasions that you celebrated there each year. Home is where you grew up, live life, and ultimately create your own haven.Bidding farewell to the dwelling you grew up in is a bittersweet.
Homes aren’t made of bricks but memories.
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