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    we had to sell my childhood house because it was going to be foreclosed otherwise. Barely even a week after my dad’s death. I’ve broken down every time I’ve tried to look at the place again, in person or through street view. I just want my home back.

  • Berengaria_of_Navarre@lemmy.world
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    I’m on my 23rd adress now (spread over 6 towns/cities). I have memories attached to each of the places, both good and bad I remember most of the addresses. I’ve had a pretty chaotic life but am mostly done with that now. I might move again in a few years but for now I’m settled.

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    I have moved 14 times in 36 years, not including digs as a touring artist or artist-in-residence, or times where I practically lived at an ex’s house.

    My first 4 years were spent in a house I barely remenber. I have flashes of: biting a sofa as a toddler and it feeling weird, a family party where everyone was enjoying how much I loved bananas, and watching a rainstorm out of the big window.

    Then ages 5-19 i lived in a small village surrounded by farms, rural footpaths with styes and gates - so I have a lot of memories of all sorts of life: from kids playing to being teens with nothing better to do, with sneaking away with partners to fool around in the long grass, to taking walks just to fun…

    Over time the village got bigger, this field filled with giant dead logs we used to play on is now houses, some fields we walked across are now fenced in, and my parents retired and moved, so they sold the house and they completely remodeled it: changed the entrance, moved the bathrooms and the kitchen. So yes I feel nostalgic for that, but also change is inevitable so there are experiences lost to time like tears in the rain.

    Then after that I’ve lived in big cities, which as I got older and more financially stable, meant i moved further in to the centers with more stuff to do and more trouble to get up to.

    And then coming up on 2 years I bought this house where we plan to stay for a good long while.

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    I do remember. I don’t miss it. Always moved to a place that suited me better, often after a year or so of my circumstances changing so I’ve got time to get annoyed with my living conditions where I moved from

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    Remember them: yes.

    Feel anything: it is usually a particular event or something that causes me to bring them to mind, so any feelings will be more tied to the event that caused the memory than the place itself - and that could be good, bad or just unusual. I don’t think that I have ever had reason to look at street views of any of them.

    Sentimental: not in general. They all had good points and not so good. I enjoyed living in them most of the time, but I enjoy where I am now too.

    The closest to sentimental would be when I spent a night at one of the old places some years later. I used to live on site for work, but my role changed. No-one lives there now. It is used for meetings and storage etc, but someone will occasionally sleep-over for one reason or another, as I did on this occasion. That evening I felt like a ghost haunting my own past.

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    I remember every single place I’ve lived in (over a dozen) and remember the address of most of them; the ones I don’t I can look up quite easily

    I do feel quite sentimental about two specific places (ironically the two “worst” places I’ve lived in), not much with most others; one I almost hate with a passion

    • Hey it’s you again.

      I remember when I used to live Guangzhou. I used Baidu Street View to see it.

      Can’t even see like the actual front of the building, its down some alleyway. The baidu car thing that recorded the street view can only go so far.

      Its the same place I had a traumatic memory in. lol

      I feel very emotional about that place. Its a scar in my memories.

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    I’ve lived in 9 different states (US) and I’m only in my early 30s. Let me count the actual different addresses I’ve had… 19. And I didn’t even count different college dorms as different addresses. I remember them all, but space and time are a blur. I don’t really ‘belong’ anywhere any more, and I don’t feel sentimental about any of them.

    Edit: got bored and mapped it out. If I wanted to go on a road trip and visit all the different cities, it would be a ~5,500 mile (~8,850 km) trip, optimized for shortest path

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    On average I have moved once a year the past 11 years. I remember all of them, but am only nostalgic for my childhood home.

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    We just sold a house after living in it for 25 years. It’s where we raised our kids. Before selling i was struggling a bit. The moving out process is exhausting and makes you just want to be done. We inherited a house that needs significant work. The remodeling of that is exciting and the proceeds from our house sale make it possible, so I’m not sad about it at all. My husband likes to drive by to criticize the new owners landscaping.

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    No, I don’t remember all the places. I had a stretch of time not being welcome at my home address, so couch surfed for a couple months. I stayed in at least six different places. That summer is a blur.

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    After my stepdad died, I helped the hazmat crew clean out the house I grew up in, due to his extreme hoarding. Once the house was empty, I took a look around, just to see if I felt anything. All I felt was the loss of my family history, to the rats.