All the old ties.... My parents moved house today. They left behind the house I grew up in from the age of 6 to 21. This was the house where I had had my own room, the house where I had invited friends over to stay, the house where I lost my virginity, the house I decided to leave to set up home with the girlfriend who would become my first wife.
The last time I went to visit my parents at the old house, on Sunday, I didn't feel any particular pangs of loss, no sadness that would not be going back there again. However, when I got back from work today, my Dad asked me to pop over to the old house to pick up something that they had left behind. It didn't feel as strange as I expected, ringing the doorbell on the door that I would normally have walked straight through. What did feel bizarre, and strangely uncomfortable, was that my parents old curtains were still hanging in the windows. Perhaps it was the feeling that something of my parents still remained there, that the house was still what they had made it, but that it was no longer theirs, that uneasy juxtaposition.
It was then that I felt a loss and a sadness. Another part of my history lost to me.
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