"A house is not a home"

[hazy_reflection]

So my dad called me this afternoon. I thought it was just to talk seeing as how we hadn't spoken on the phone since before Christmas. Not so much it seems. Mom and dad have been talking and they've decided to put the house up for sale. It shouldn't matter so much. But it does. I grew up in that house. So many memories. I had my wedding in that backyard! But I don't live there. It's too big for mom and dad now. Dad shouldn't be worrying about the stairs with his knees. The place they're looking at is about twenty minutes away from the current house and about five minutes from the beach. And it's not about me. It's their life. So why do I feel so betrayed...?

Comments

[honest-illusion.livejournal.com]

*hugs tight* I'd feel the same way in your place. We moved quite a few times while I was growing up and it always felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind.

[hazy-reflection.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That's the only place I ever really came back to as calling "home". Even after I moved out into another house or apartment, it was always going back to 'the apartment' or let's go back to "the house", never home...

And OMG your icon. Totally rockin'.