I have been past the house I have grown up in a fair number of times, only to find it for sale. It was a large house at the end of a court. When I lived there, the street had nearly 20 kids within 5 years of my own age. Now there are very few kids running around in the streets, and I have seen for sale signs hung at the door of my old house a number of times.
One day I went past during an open home. I took a walk through my old house and I was shocked to see what had changed. It really was not the same house I grew up in. The memories of that home overflow from the real size of that home. I will remember it as large as a castle. No new decorations could bring back the comfort of the way my home used to be, and through the years every family that moved in and then out changed something about that home. The one thing that changed, that will never come back into being will be the notion that the house at the end of that little court being considered my home.
The glory of a home fades over time, but the memories grow far beyond anything the walls of that old building could ever contain.
Yeah, I don't really think I'll want to see it again for a long time---I'm afraid that whatever the new people do to it will at least partially erase my memories of what it was like when I lived there. I still haven't seen my Oma's house since my aunt sold it after she died, and I don't think I'll ever be able to. Right now, I remember almost every detail, but I know that if I saw it again...well, I wouldn't be able to remember as well. Damn it it loud in this library I can't think straight. Anyway.
One day I went past during an open home. I took a walk through my old house and I was shocked to see what had changed. It really was not the same house I grew up in. The memories of that home overflow from the real size of that home. I will remember it as large as a castle. No new decorations could bring back the comfort of the way my home used to be, and through the years every family that moved in and then out changed something about that home. The one thing that changed, that will never come back into being will be the notion that the house at the end of that little court being considered my home.
The glory of a home fades over time, but the memories grow far beyond anything the walls of that old building could ever contain.
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