When you're moving, it's a special but very strange moment when everything is packed and the rooms echo from being so empty. I can only remember one time I stopped back at an apartment, a few weeks after moving, to pick something up. It was unsettling to see three people who were very nice but essentially strangers in a space I had a lot of memories of sharing with friends. Similarly, my mom refuses to drive past her childhood home now that both of her parents have passed away and the house has new owners. On the other hand, this past summer my family visited the beach house we used to rent when I was a kid, and wandering through it was happily nostalgic.
Have you ever revisited a place you used to live in or visit?
Read the full article : The New York Times | Empty Rooms, No Regrets
Image: Colleen Quinn Reflections on Moving