My personal thread

[Documad]

So I've spent some time moving my mom out of the house I grew up in, moving her into a home, throwing and giving most of my childhood stuff, and moving way too many things into my place where I can't possibly keep them. After mom was out, I went back to the house for the first of what will be many cleaning sessions and I just sobbed and sobbed. I also packed even more stupid crap in my car on the way out. I got most emotional over the stupidest little things that my parents used every day -- especially the things that broke but they wouldn't throw away. I know that I'm a big baby, but I'm in mourning. I should really go to the house tonight to take out the trash but I don't want to and I'm kind of snowed in. Pfft.

[TAL]

That's a day I'm not looking forward too. Mostly because they have WAY too much stuff.

[Auton]

that sounds incredibly depressing

[Documad]

My doll craddle went to some nice girls. It was super cool because you could really rock it back and forth.

My mom started throwing things away after my dad died, so it's not nearly as bad as it could have been. She's confused though, and so she keeps asking about where the various pieces of furniture went. Some of them are on a truck and will be in her new place and I'm hoping that when she sees them the questions will cease.

[b i o n i c]

thats so hard. my parents keep saying they want to sell the house that i grew up in and even that's hard. i dont know what its like to be in your shoes and at the same time i see that it could be a reality. my only saving thought is that all things exist, if at all, in the mind + heart. if they do leave the place, the place will always be with me. when the time comes ill be there waiting sitting in a beach chair with a lemonade in my hand. it must be difficult to have to part ways with things... did you keep anything?

[Documad]

I kept my teddy (he needs new paw pads because he's shedding his stuffing), my tiny enamel cup and teapot that I used when I played tea party with mom, the beat up little red chair that I used as a kid, some needlepoints my mom made, some old books that she treasured but can no longer remember making, my dad's old 78s, my mom's sewing machine (I have no clue what I'm going to do with it but my friends told me to keep it for six months because I can always toss it later), the cribbage board that was my parents' only possession when they got married and the two kitchen tools that I always ran when I helped mom in the kitchen -- the meat grinder (I loved putting the cranberries in and smooshing them when we made cranberry sauce for thanksgiving but I also helped make ham spread) and the flour sifter.

And most stupidly, the huge set of encyclopeadia brittanica and an associated set of annals of america because my parents spent a fortune on them even though my parents were always broke. My mom was convinced that no classy family would be without a set but I never knew anyone else who had them outside our extended family. Our set was better than the sets my school had! Even as a kid I thought they were crazy to spend so much money on them. I remember how they picked them out and how we fondled the brochure for months and months before they arrived. Then, every time we had an argument, someone would pull them out and find an answer. This was all pre PCs. :) I love history and they have really good articles on history and literature, but it's the crazy sentimental value. I don't have bookshelf space for them and they're bending my cheap bookshelves.

I also kept the measuring cup that was never used for anything except my mom's nightly cocktails. It appealed to my dark side.

[Knuckles]

I'm sorry Doc. :(

Although this thread is sad I enjoyed reading it. Fantastic memories...

[ToucanSpam]

I know this is going to sound dorky, but remember:





















































when Luke returned to the farm of his precious Uncle Owen and Uncle Beru, he had to take one last look at his past...the many nights he stared into the rising suns, dreaming of a tommorrow he thought would never come...the nights shutting down, picking up power converters at the shop, his nights with Biggs in the T-16...all of it was in the past. It was then he realized that his path had changed and a new future, a promising one, was rising.

Remember Documad. Take one good look at your old farm, and let one tear trickle down your eye and never forget the good memories with your 'aunt' and 'uncle'. And the Force will be with you, always.

</old TS>

[jennyb]

:( Wow Doc *sigh*.... wow. (((hug))):(

I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel. I liked the part about the measuring cup.

My mom has stayed in the same house ever since I came to this earth. Sometimes I wish I had transient parents who moved from place to place so my roots didn't have to be so attached to 4 walls. I planted a super tiny pine tree in the backyard, next to my sandbox, when I was little and the last time I went home, couldn't help but notice how grown up that tree was. Then I took a good look at myself and whoa, it was trippy. OMG, I really feel for you. I can only try to imagine. You poor thing.

But all in all, things are just things... it really is what stays in our hearts and memories that's most important. Things can burdon the spirit. (not to mention clutter the home!) Since my father passed away, I've been hanging onto so many things I should just let go of... I know he wouldn't care cuz wherever he may be he knows I've got his spirit held near & dear. Hang on ever so dearly to your memories. Hey maybe start a memory journal in your new computer! That doesn't collect as much dust as a bunch of belongings... and will def help you reconnect.

Keep your chin up, kid!:)

[Laver1969]

This was a very touching thread, Doc. :)

[zippo]

i wanna be forever young

[Lindsey_1535]

i wanna be forever young
me im scared

[zippo]

im so fkin scared too, honestly

[Lindsey_1535]

hold me

[Freebasser]

k

[Lindsey_1535]

uh

[Freebasser]

You didn't see that ;)

[Lindsey_1535]

no....

[TAL]

Damn! Too late on the quote button.


I'll get you next time.

[Freebasser]

I really should pay more attention.

[TAL]

You should be asleep. Me too actually.

[Freebasser]

I have 28 hours work to do for my end of course project, and I only have *glances at watch* 28 hours in which to do it.

:(

[TAL]

Congratulations on reaching the end of the course (y)

[Lindsey_1535]

I feel like us three should be ina clun now....no just me ok cool:(

[Freebasser]

Praise Allah

[zippo]

*holds you and gives you a drag of the lucky strike*

[cosmo105]

oh, god. this happened to me when i went to my mom's once over the holidays. i didn't know that she and my little sister would both be gone. and i was looking for something she said she'd leave out for me - and i couldn't find it. she was remodeling the kitchen, so everything was all over the place. and she and my sister had gone through all my things and threw EVERYTHING away. my little sis had moved into my old room, and kept up most of the posters but everything else was hers. and all my old things that they kept were packed neatly into two little plastic crates in the closet. i sat on the bed and sobbed because i realized it wasn't my home anymore.

[Auton]

cosmo has a small dick

[Documad]

Thanks for the kind words everyone. It really means a lot.
I went back tonight to get a few things done and I teared up but didn't sob. :o
I'm making progress.
When I do the big cleaning project after the painter leaves, my friends are going to be there.


My mom has stayed in the same house ever since I came to this earth. Sometimes I wish I had transient parents who moved from place to place so my roots didn't have to be so attached to 4 walls. I planted a super tiny pine tree in the backyard, next to my sandbox, when I was little and the last time I went home, couldn't help but notice how grown up that tree was. Then I took a good look at myself and whoa, it was trippy.
Yeah, we have been the only family in the house. My parents bought it when it was under construction and stained all the wood inside, and planted all the trees. My mom had trouble leaving the house because dad had built so many things into it, and leaving the house was leaving him. It isn't much of a house but it has the best yard. Because I was so much younger than the other kids and I was the only baby in the house, they planted the sugar maple in the front yard when I was born and it's a huge tree today.

[Kid Presentable]

So I've spent some time moving my mom out of the house I grew up in, moving her into a home, throwing and giving most of my childhood stuff, and moving way too many things into my place where I can't possibly keep them. After mom was out, I went back to the house for the first of what will be many cleaning sessions and I just sobbed and sobbed. I also packed even more stupid crap in my car on the way out. I got most emotional over the stupidest little things that my parents used every day -- especially the things that broke but they wouldn't throw away. I know that I'm a big baby, but I'm in mourning. I should really go to the house tonight to take out the trash but I don't want to and I'm kind of snowed in. Pfft.

I'm sorry Documad. I guess I'm lucky in that I or any of my family never stayed in a place long enough to grow attached. Although, the house I share at present with my beautiful bride-to-be will be a difficult one to leave.

Shit, I'm not trying to fuck up your thread. Be glad for the memories.(y)

[enree erzweglle]

So I've spent some time moving my mom out of the house I grew up in, moving her into a home, throwing and giving most of my childhood stuff, and moving way too many things into my place where I can't possibly keep them. After mom was out, I went back to the house for the first of what will be many cleaning sessions and I just sobbed and sobbed. I also packed even more stupid crap in my car on the way out. I got most emotional over the stupidest little things that my parents used every day -- especially the things that broke but they wouldn't throw away. I know that I'm a big baby, but I'm in mourning. I should really go to the house tonight to take out the trash but I don't want to and I'm kind of snowed in. Pfft.After my ma died and my dad had to sell the house, it was such a whirlwind that I don't much remember having time to think about it. Later on, after it settled in, I'd drive past the house and little bits about it would hit me a little bit at a time.

I go to our old house every now and then and watch it from the other side of the street. In the spring I can see my ma's garden bloom. Of all of the the things about the house, she liked that back garden most of all. It's just some rocks and a whole mess of spring bulbs--nothing fancy, but when I think of her in that house, I see her watching that yard from the kitchen window with a cup of coffee in hand. It's a nice memory.

[instigator7022]

that sounds incredibly depressing

word.