We visited our friends in Connecticut over Easter. And “our” old house.
We wanted to see how it looks now. It was kind of strange when we passed by. I was sad seeing the ocean (which I still miss) but I had mixed feelings looking at our old house. The thing was: it was actually not ours anymore. It did not feel like ours. Just two years ago, we moved and I already forgot how it was living there…(By the way: the family who lives there did a nice job.) After driving along the beach my husband said. “Let`s go home”.
Something similar always happens when we visit our family in Germany. We spent most of our life there but after living for 4 years in the USA it does not feel like our home anymore. When the airplane lands in Newark everything looks very familiar. Yes, we are home again.
I can only explain it with the fact that we humans have the wonderful ability to adapt. Very fast. We always have this kind of melancholic feeling when we visit places where we lived before, but home is (at least for me) where I, my husband and our son live right now. Here.
By the way, talking about homes. My favourite show, especially when I am tired and unable to think, is “House Hunters”(HGTV). It still amazes me to see some of these huge mansions and young couples coming in, saying that the kitchen feels too small. Are you kidding me?! A house with more than 4000sq feet and a kitchen as big a living room in other countries?!
And the funniest thing (or in my opinion the saddest) is that some of those couples are in their late twenties. The last one, I saw, was looking for their first home, no kids, so far.
Did the people learn anything at all from the financial crisis and the collapse of the house market?? Obviously not, that´s why it is so much fun to watch this show…
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