Where you live
So my mom is moving to a new place. The apt. complex that she’s leaving, she’s lived there 14 years or so. Before the 1br she’s in now, she and I lived in a 2br together for a long time, about 10 years. When I moved out of there, and especially when she moved out of the 2br to move to the 1br, I realized something scary: I had lived in that apartment longer than I had ever lived anywhere else.
It’s a nice apt, but certainly nothing special.
I am plagued by dreams of the first house I ever lived in, a gorgeous 2-story colonial home in a nice neighborhood. I’m always having dreams about that house, but I only lived there the first 6 or so years of my life. But I feel so attached to it.
My new house is very similar to that first house I lived in as a child and I couldn’t be happier. But I’m still constantly dreaming about that first house in my sleep.
But it just seems weird to have spent the most years of my life in that little 2br apartment that I was never particularly attached to.
Now tomorrow Mom is leaving that complex for good (Hey we’re movin’ on up, yeah we’re movin’ on up…). It’s just weird.