A parents` house is a place where your heart beats faster...
Today I`d like to talk about nostalgia for the place you were born and grew up in…
It`s been many years since I left the place I was born and went to school in, the place where my parents and childhood friends still live. It is a small town in the Urals with population of just 26,000 people.
It doesn`t happen often that I can visit my hometown, so when I plan my trip there, I always feel thrilled.
We all have such a place where we are or were always awaited by our parents.
A parents` home is a place where you are loved and supported without being judged, where you always feel welcomed and taken care of. A backyard, a street, and every corner at home remind you of the time you unfortunately can`t bring back. Every time I visit my mum (my dad is no longer with us), I am overwhelmed with my childhood memories.
It is such a strong feeling… My past comes back in my mind as an old black-and-white film. There is everything in it – joy for small victories and achievements, sadness for defeats and grievances. And disappointment – because you didn`t have time to take care of those who are not with us anymore, didn`t have time to tell them how much you love them and how thankful you are for them…
I just came back from my parents` house, so I wanted to share my feelings with you.
I could feel my heart tremble when I stepped into the backyard of the house I grew up in. It was an unexplainable feeling of sorrow and something warm deep inside. Maybe these are truly the strongest feelings – when you remember those no longer with us, and their memory lives on in you!..
This is very true. We recently sold my childhood home as my father has died and my mother cannot live alone. I had more difficulty letting go of this home then I had of any of the other houses I have lived in.
Yeah, trully the strongest feelings. I just missed all of memories about my mom.
I know exactly what you mean, you describe your feelings so well.
Hehe this post about love..
it's hard when there are no parents
Онивсегда с нами. Они в нашем мышлении. Нам они будут жить, пока живы мы... Фу.... Не пешите такие статьи, аж пройняло, какой же я счачтливый, что мои еще живы. Удачи Вам и Любви.
Благодарю!Я просто поделилась своими чувствами)))
At college, when all project and work and socials seem to be putting too much pressure than I can bear, I go home or even more to where I grew up in initially- grandma place. People with depression should try it sometime, like @nadin3 said, those places are full of memories and love.
Nice topic pick @nadin3.
Thank you for your feedback.