The memories created in your childhood home, are indescribable and irreplaceable. As the paint of your teal bedroom chips, the lights that are decades old dim, the doors begin to creak, your home has seen every side of you. It's there to welcome you when you wake up and when you go to sleep. Nothing sees you in your most vulnerable times like your aging home does. The comfort your home brings allows you to be who you are. When leaving your childhood home and having to restart, it leaves a sense of loss and devastation. Nobody can really move on from the home they've become close too. Missing the feeling of the old creaky steps to the front door you walk into every day is saddening, it's impossible to forget who that house made you, and how you made it.
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This touches a nerve ending! So many living spaces throughout your lifetime come to feel like close, intimate friends, and it's gut-wrenching to say goodbye. I'll be leaving my apartment of seven years soon, and keep looking around me at the chipped paint on the walls, feeling the dim lighting on my skin, as you mentioned in your piece, and wondering how I'll ever be able to leave one day and never return.
Your last line, about not just your house making you but you making it, is a beautiful one. It has me thinking about all the ways you turn a house into a home, and how that a home is your security and so often reflects your personality, too.
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