really hit close to home. Every time I come back to my childhood home, something is different. Boxes and miscellaneous items are in there. Then, even if I clean it up, it never feels the same as when I first left it. I feel like I'm intruding in someone else's room even though it's mine.
Right? I feel like something is always different because my mother keeps touching my stuff. Fair enough, last time I walked in there was a treadmill in the middle of the room.
I think I’ve never read in my entire life words so well written and so well organized.. the feeling that you transpires is unbelievably true and relatable..
Always a way with words! Something that has, too, been on my mind this last month/ month and a half back home. Really goes to show how things change overtime, and will continue to. Appreciate your growth mindset!
Thank you Joey! I think so many people can relate to the feeling of places that felt more or less like home feeling so different as we age. Appreciate you reading!
This was so beautifully written. As a fellow ex teenage girl who spent hours staring out the window, reading dystopia YA fiction and having an irrational fear of abduction your essay made me tear up. It's strange to think that we've spent so much time in those bedrooms and that they're now a relic of the past.
Aw thank you Mel, it's sweet to think we're all connected through similar experiences like these. It is so strange that certain spaces can look and feel so different over time after being so replete with emotion for so long.
It's so comforting to know others had the same childhood bedroom experience! mine had an enormous white wardrobe that has never seen the light, always covered in layers of photos, magazines cut-outs, posters. After a trip to Paris I decided to take everything down and paint it with pastel coloured swirls. Goodbye Manson posters! Ahhh The Haunting of Hill House <3 I loved the TV show (which I highly recommend) but I am not sure if I would like the book... halp!
So we all gave our childhood bedrooms adult makeovers in the pandemic huh
Yeppp!! :,)
really hit close to home. Every time I come back to my childhood home, something is different. Boxes and miscellaneous items are in there. Then, even if I clean it up, it never feels the same as when I first left it. I feel like I'm intruding in someone else's room even though it's mine.
Right? I feel like something is always different because my mother keeps touching my stuff. Fair enough, last time I walked in there was a treadmill in the middle of the room.
I think I’ve never read in my entire life words so well written and so well organized.. the feeling that you transpires is unbelievably true and relatable..
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Aww this comment made my day, thank you so much Laura! I’m so glad you enjoyed this <3
Definitely related as another young twenty-something that has moved out from my childhood home
Glad you connected with it Emily :)!
Always a way with words! Something that has, too, been on my mind this last month/ month and a half back home. Really goes to show how things change overtime, and will continue to. Appreciate your growth mindset!
Thank you Joey! I think so many people can relate to the feeling of places that felt more or less like home feeling so different as we age. Appreciate you reading!
One of your best yet ! I hope others can benefit from your growth mindset growing up !
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This was so beautifully written. As a fellow ex teenage girl who spent hours staring out the window, reading dystopia YA fiction and having an irrational fear of abduction your essay made me tear up. It's strange to think that we've spent so much time in those bedrooms and that they're now a relic of the past.
Aw thank you Mel, it's sweet to think we're all connected through similar experiences like these. It is so strange that certain spaces can look and feel so different over time after being so replete with emotion for so long.
Yes absolutely !! That's why it's so important to capture them with words just the way you did <3
It's so comforting to know others had the same childhood bedroom experience! mine had an enormous white wardrobe that has never seen the light, always covered in layers of photos, magazines cut-outs, posters. After a trip to Paris I decided to take everything down and paint it with pastel coloured swirls. Goodbye Manson posters! Ahhh The Haunting of Hill House <3 I loved the TV show (which I highly recommend) but I am not sure if I would like the book... halp!