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So slightly personal, but how do you guys go about dealing with the last time you'll ever do/see x sort of things?

My mom is selling my childhood home, so today is the last day I'll ever be inside it. It's kind of weird. I'm just sort of wasting time inside it, taking panorama pics from the lanai, staring out the windows...

Like it feels the same as any other day. IDK. I'll know I'll miss it later, but I just can't right now.

What I find is that thinking along those lines basically does nothing except make me act weird and miserable, so I try to just not even think about it.

Yeah, that's probably the best. Thanks.

I mean, with something like Disneyland it'd be easy. Disneyland is all about doing things, so if I had a "last time at Disneyland ever" I'd hit as many of my favorite rides as possible and call it a day when the park closed at midnight.

But a house just is.

My parents sold my childhood home while I was away at college, and I was too far to do anything about it.

I don't think there's anything I'd want to do beyond taking pictures though. And mostly I was pissed I wasn't there to pack my stuff (because my mother is a terrible packer and she constantly bitched that she had to move all my stuff even though it wasn't my fault they couldn't wait a few months so I could go home and do it myself.)

That sucks. :(

And yeah, one of the nice things is that I don't have a room here anymore so most my stuff is already gone. It's a big, expensive house, so my mom quickly rented our rooms/got housemates when my sister and I left. Of course I also lost a lot of said stuff because my mom emptied my room back while I was in college.

Yeah, this happened to me, i regret a little I didn't take any pictures of my childhood bedroom.

Oh, it's hard. When I was selling the home my husband and I lived in for the first 10 years of our marriage, I (just by happenstance) did the final, final cleanup of the house by myself, which was nice, because I could wander through the rooms and have a good cry without feeling self-conscious.

I remember when mom and I went through my grandparents' old house after grandpa died and we put grandma in a home.

Kinda fucked me up.

My parents sold my childhood home about a year ago. I hadn't lived there for five years, what with college, but it was still completely strange. On the last day I was there, I drove around and visited all the places I knew well, and thought about how I had no reason to come back again. Then I realized the town and surrounding area had changed a lot since I was a kid.

It was unsettling and sad.

When my parents sold my childhood home, I'd been out of the state for five or six years already, and that was hard because I'd hoped to be able to visit them there, to see the place one more time. They'd talked about retirement and moving in this "distant future" sort of way, and then a few months later, they told me that they'd both retired and were moving to a different state. (This is how my parents do big things, btw. They do them and then tell me later. >_>) When I moved to begin with, there were a lot of lasts, and none of them felt like anything different while I was doing them. It was a few days later, and then a month later, and then a few months later, and then even years later that I cried about them or had any kind of emotional response.

I cry and have horrific nightmares

I'm sorry.

If it's a bad thing: Do a mad dance party in my room, declare, "MAY WE NEVER SEE THE LIKES OF YOU AGAIN!" and go out absolutely thrilled.

If it's a good thing: Enjoy it as usual, if necessary have a sort of minor party in its honor where I feel sad and mourn its loss, then go on as usual.

--Rogan

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