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...it's weird to think that i'd be trespassing were I to walk in the front door of the house I grew up in.

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metaphorge
May. 8th, 2005 04:58 pm (UTC)
if you're feeling up to it later after i get up, wanna maybe hang out or something?
djmermaid
May. 8th, 2005 06:29 pm (UTC)
awww, sweetie.
m0usegrrl
May. 8th, 2005 06:32 pm (UTC)
same here. at least for the house i spent most of my childhood in -- the other two houses, from my teen years, don't exist any longer.

and what fox said, if you're around and up for it...
garote
May. 8th, 2005 07:49 pm (UTC)
total sux()r. It's how I sometimes feel about "my" house in Scotts Valley.
pippilina
May. 10th, 2005 08:27 am (UTC)
it is a very strange feeling
same thing about my grandmother's house. it was always the safest place in the world and now there are strangers living there..

i guess this means you finally sold the house?
meico
May. 10th, 2005 04:57 pm (UTC)
Re: it is a very strange feeling
You live?!
Yay!

Are you posting to LJ? I've been sitting in your dang "Friend of" list forever you bum! What is up with your life?

I can't remember how long ago it was when we hung out in London, but it was too long ago! Anyway short life update... I moved from Cambridge to Edinburgh for two years... I've been living in London a year now... Looks like I'm moving back to Edinburgh within the next few months...
meico
May. 10th, 2005 04:51 pm (UTC)
Bleh. :(
Not cool. I moved around a bit as a kid, but even now when I go past any old home of mine I still get a very weird uneasy feeling- especially if there are people in it moving around. I can only imagine that for you that feeling is multiplied by about a billion until it becomes a nauseating ickiness.
*hugs*
*causes caffeina to start barfing*
*clean up mess*
caffeina
May. 10th, 2005 07:12 pm (UTC)
Yeah... I was almost 10 when we moved there. The house was my mother's first big serious investment (~100k) and she really had put herself in to trying to make it a beautiful place. She made it cozy, and warm even if it was a shabby little dump. The thing that really keeps needling at me is knowing that she wanted to give it to me, and i've let her down.

I am currently freaked out about somehow getting the rest of her stuff, my stuff, and my family's stuff out of there. I'm kind of in an emotional crisis, and don't know how to proceed. This has been a really fucked up emotional time.

Oh, and thanks for clearing up my barf.
meico
May. 11th, 2005 09:20 am (UTC)
Get a storage space. If you look around you'll be able to find one pretty cheap and it allows you to procrastinate on how to deal with everything- something pretty important right now I would say.

"Oh, and thanks for clearing up my barf."
- My pleasure. Especially when it's so colorful. :)
djdigit
May. 11th, 2005 02:43 am (UTC)
I can help? Vroom vroom?
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