My mom who's lived in Virginia all her life moved across the country to North Dakota yesterday. My step-dad's been out there for a year and she finally sold her house so she can move with him. I've been in denial for the past year and It just hit me like a ton of bricks. I lived in that house since I was 12 and it's always been my retreat since it was a beautiful log home on 6 acres in the middle of no where. I was so nice to go back home and now it's gone... It just feels so strange. I can't stop crying (and I am not a crier). Thanks for listening and letting me have a little virtual pity party.
Re: My moms gone :(
I hope the move brings good things for your mother.
And I recommend skype.
I second the skype idea.
I say skype as well.
My grandparents bought a farm house when I was 3 and it was my home away from home. They sold the farm about 10 years ago and when they did I cried for days. I still go out there and sit on the bridge that was by their house, when I am upset, or I would sit on the rocks by the creek. (the farm is about an hour drive so my parents thought i was crazy, but when i was there I could really think).
Change is rough.:(
I had an aunt that died recently. It was kind of weird --- I found out 2 weeks after the fact --- I only got closure when I went down the shore where she had a summer house.
I got to see the house -- it has a ton of memories attached to it; we spent a bunch of summer there --- and I got closure for her death that way. It's hard to explain.
I took a friend with me -- I kind of gave her the "dime tour" of the house/property, the neighborhood and the town; we walked around and saw the neighborhood, the beach and the local sights and attractions.
Reason why I am mentioning this to you: is there any way you can get out to see the ole homestead log cabin? Maybe you'll get some closure, too, and peace of mind if you get to go out to the house one more time.
DH and I live about 20 minutes drive from the house I grew up in. My folks sold it a long time ago, but it's on the way to one of my jobs, and occasionally, if I'm feeling particularly nostalgic or whatever, I'll stop by and park on the street right near it for a minute or two. The door isn't the same shade of blue, and the trees are much bigger than they were when we lived there, but otherwise it's the same and it's very peaceful to see.
I suggest a trip to the old house, if you can do it at all. And take photos. Many photos.