Family home been sold [I Have a Broken Family]

So my parents split in January and it’s been very messy. Today I was told my dad has brought a new house and I need to go back and help clear out everything from the family home.

I didn’t think I’d be bothered about the house been sold but suddenly it’s dawned on me that it’s going and all the memories there will be gone. I live with my partner so it’s not like I’m even there often but it just feels weird knowing when all this is done I’ll have no family home...

stound

I like this quote in a tangentially related way -
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a: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your shit that idea of home is gone.
s: I still feel at home in my house.
a: You'll see when you move out. It just sort of happens one day, one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I don't know maybe it's like this right of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
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4meAndyou · F

It is kind of awful when your childhood and all the attendant memories are just...gone...just like that. I felt that way when I heard my grandfather's farm had been sold, and the new owner cut down all the trees and tore down the old red barn. My cousins, who have seen it, have told me they were sorry they did.

When I had to sell my mother's house for her, because she was going to live in assisted living, I cleaned and fixed up the place to sell it myself, and hired people to paint and put down a new patio. I wasn't bothered by the process until the new owners wrote me a nice note, but mentioned that they had ripped out all of my mother's flowers. She spent so many years tending to those.

So let me say that you have my sympathies. Sometimes the only way to go home again is within our hearts.

JohnnyNoir · 56-60, M

I remember my father being taken out of the home he had built almost 50 years ago to spend his last month in a nursing home. It was a hard ending to a part of our lives. I've only been back once since then. I try not to think about it now.