Really bizarre list but does anyone dearly miss childhood home after parents sold it

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I lived in my main childhood home from around 6 to 16, I was actually the one who encourage us to move due to space it was an ex council ect, however despite myself being in my early to mid 30's now I am incredibly and perpetually sad by the sale of our old house, I adore my parents and siblings current house but I really miss my home if anyone understands how I feel. I have suffered grief before and it is honestly how I feel, I have felt like this since a few months after the sale, almost regret

The house my parents lived in for 13 years when they first got married & I grew up in until I was 7, it was only a 2 up 2 down terraced house, but it was all I had ever known, I loved that house & it still breaks my heart every time I drive past it now.

I'll inherit the house I grew up in. I don't have any particular fondness for it, so I won't hold onto it. My children may be sentimental about it though, so they might want a say in what happens when the time comes.

Mine is still there, mum still lives in it. Several of the neighbours still live there, and when it is gone I will miss them as much as the house.

My childhood home was rented, when my Dad died we had around a month to vacate. I was incredibly sad the day I closed the door on it for the last time. I took my Aunt with me (his exSIL, although he'd remained close to her and my Uncle after Mum left). She was very sad too, apparently my parents had had some pretty epic parties there before I came along. That being said by that time, with it empty, it was just a building, it had nothing left in it that had made it what it was.

18 months after he died they'd completely renovated it & added a bedroom & (increased the rent by £1600 ). It was unrecognisable. I'm still in touch with his ndn & I know a family have moved in. I hope that they & their family create as many happy memories as I did.

Not sold but it is now demolished. It was a rental (In Germany you can rent without a maturity in the contract, my parents lived there for over 40 years).

It was in a bad shape, the owner company wasn’t interested in maintaining as they battled to redevelop the whole area.

My mum moved not far away, just a couple of streets and we try not to go down our old road.

In a way it is easier as the whole area will change, street layouts, all houses I grew up around are gone now so in 10 years I will not recognise the area at all.

M parents still live in the house they bought before I was born. I love visiting them, it still feels like home. DC have spent a lot of time there growing up too. My parents considered downsizing a few years ago but decided against it and I think will stay until they can't manage there any longer. I suspect the beautiful garden was the main reason for staying.
I feel very sad that it'll be sold and probably completely gutted and 'updated' at some stage which will probably involve extending into the garden and dismantling all of the lovely flower beds which have been lovingly created by my Mum over 40+ years ☹️

Ooh this is an emotive topic for me. Firstly let me mention that I have an anxiety disorder, so any kind of significant change leaves me feeling very, very wobbly, vulnerable and panicky.

We'd lived in this particular house since I was 2, so I had no memories of living elsewhere. I went to university and came home again - like so many people do - and when I was 24, it was my brother's turn to go off to do his studies.

Him leaving shook me up majorly, as we were really close, particularly since he'd turned 18 as we'd go to the pub together or go out for tea together and shared a friendship group. So him leaving for uni left the house feeling quite empty even though there were still 3 of us there.

Things started to settle, but then a month later my mum announced that she wasn't happy and my dad would be moving out. I absolutely did not see that coming. In my eyes we'd lived an incredible life, they looked happy, and my dad certainly didn't want to leave. So I helped him find somewhere else (I was involved in the split in a way younger children certainly wouldn't be) and it honestly broke me. He didn't want to be on his own in a flat, I didn't want it to be just me and my mum night after night, I couldn't get out of my head that we'd gone from a family of 4 to three separate households living different lives within a matter of 4 weeks.

Then my long term boyfriend broke up with me because he couldn't cope with how badly I was dealing with all this - my mental health was so poor at this point, I didn't have the energy to give him the attention he wanted, and he didn't have the energy to help me. So that was that.

And then, just before Christmas, my mum said she was going to sell the house, because we couldn't afford to keep it on.

Well.

That was pretty much the end of me, mental health wise. That house held every memory I held dear, it was my safe place, there had been so much change in just a short number of weeks, I couldn't imagine leaving my home as well. I was obviously powerless as I couldn't afford to buy it. I lost a lot of weight, lost contact with friends and other family members, and I was just a complete mess. I couldn't imagine coming home in an evening to a house that wasn't that one. Leaving my childhood bedroom which - although it had changed many times - still provided me with comfort and safety. It's on a road that I'd most likely have to travel down regularly, and I'd hate seeing someone else's car on the drive, other people living in my house..

In the end, the house wasn't sold, but only because we suffered a bereavement and they left my mum enough money to buy my dad out. So as much as the house was a relief, the bereavement was yet another unwelcome change and upset.

Sorry for rambling on but yes, the childhood home means A LOT to me.

I hope to be able to buy it from my mum some day, when she is ready to downsize, which she occasionally makes noises about. I just hope she will hold off until a time I can afford to buy it. It's a beautiful house in a wonderful area and I would love to make it a family home for me and my family, just as it was for us and ours back then.

Yes, I'm still a little sad out our old home I was there from 2 - 11 and have such fond memories. It was a old terrace, and really big (probably in my small mind). My mum's work relocated and supported moving so we did...
We still had family in the area so when we visited, used to insist we drove past it, and the school or the pub with the little river.
Was unreasonably annoyed to find out it had be up for sale last year and no-one told me. Not like I could or would buy it... it's also increased in value so much, its frankly horrendous how much it is!

Not through anything the owners did. My dad's kitchen is still there (I totally looked at the photos) and looking in good shape considering its 15 or so years old! they never did the driveway properly (my dad had kind of knocked down a wall and made a space but it wasn't a proper one), and I will NEVER forgive that they took out the wooden blue windows and replaced with white double glazing (it was a really dark brick, including those black tar like ones so really bluegh with white dglazing).

The pictures never showed the garden so heaven knows what they did to my mums flower bed (that I dug up for archeology, and picked at the lemon balm for potions. Or the patio, when we wore down half of the plastic scooter wheels from going in circles. Or the great lawn with our swing set and swing ball, and the row of conifers at the back hiding the double garage.

I'd love to know if they ever finished the loft - it would have been perfect for a conversion, my grandad had built stairs going up and my parents used to hide the christmas presents in the little 'hall' between ours and their bedroom (blocked off by a door on both sides but ours didn't open). Felt like the house was huge, it probably is still big...but I think I'd feel disappointed if I went now.

The dining room used to have a big 8 person table and I fondly remember getting scarelectrics? One year and dad getting his from the loft and we making giant track round the table.

I lived in one house from 1-13 and another 13-20. Both were sold and I'm sad about each, in different ways.

House 1 was in a little estate and I had friends and family within less than a minute of my front door. My dad renovated the house and custom built the furniture for dsis room and my bed. The house want big by any means but I only ever remember good times, lots of people around so I miss that house.

The second house was huge, designed and built by my parents so it was exactly as they wanted it. It's a great house but was sold when I was mid 20s so they could downsize as we'd all moved out.
I loved this house because of the space (when I was a teenager, we turned the garage into a 'hangout' so I was the cool kid who's house everyone wanted to come to 😂).
I understand why they sold up but it would have been a great house for us all to get together in (dsis1 has 3 dc, dsis 2 has 1 so we don't all fit comfortably in the downsized house they're in now). Christmas etc just isn't the same.
It also feels weird to think of someone else living in the house my parents built!

I felt the same way about our childhood home. It was a big old Victorian house spread out over several floors. I have so many fond memories growing up there with my siblings, running up and down the stairs, Christmas tree near the fireplace and opening our stockings in the living room , it was such a cosy house with so much character. My parents eventually sold it and we downsized.
The person who bought it ended up being a property developer and converted it into flats for students...I hated that he did that as I guess I wanted it to carry on being a nice family home like ours was, he probably tore out all the lovely original features too.

I still have dreams occasionally about being in the house, even though it was over 20 years ago.

Most of my dreams are based around my childhood home and surrounding area.
It was originally a three up three down victorian terrace, nothing special back then, in South London lived there all my life until I was about 20.
Moved 200 + miles away 30 yrs ago, went back for a visit and the whole area and house was really rundown.
Strange I always dream about it, maybe cos it was the time of my life when I was truly happy

To those who feel sad...home isn't a place, it's a feeling, that comes in different forms.

Two years ago DF and DM were together on Christmas Day, in DFs new house with his new partner. There was a moment where we all in the house doing different things and I had that incredibly safe feeling of knowing exactly where my parents were, while still being on my own. Can't describe it other than it felt complete. Not that I had the happiest or worst childhood but to me I hadn't had that particular feeling for ages.

Our house was lost in divorce then demolished.
It was privaliged, there is no way I'd be able to afford to live there but it could have been looked much nicer.

I've had endless dreams about myself, dh and the dc there... It seems to be ours but there is anxiety over who actually owns it...

Then I make loads of improvements!

Mum died six years ago and Dad just a few months ago. My brothers and sisters and I completed the sale on the family home three weeks ago today. I was the last to move out just over twenty years ago and M&D lived there by themselves and then just Dad alone until his death. The house was in our family for more than fifty two years which is quite a long time but we know it's in good hands now. It was bought by a family a few hundred yards down the road whom apparently had been eyeing it up for some time.

I currently rent a house I was in and out of during childhood, and can see my own home of that time across the road. I have a nostalgic smile at the memories from time to time, but I'm not missing it. As for this house, it's decorated differently so doesn't feel like the house my friend had when I was young. Still feels welcoming, though.

Lovely thread. Our family home wasn't a particularly big or fancy home but it was a happy home which housed so many events and memories. It was in a great area and the neighbours were lovely. I was there from birth (I wasn't literally born there iyswim) until I was 23 although was at uni for a few years and lived abroad for 18 months, it still felt like my real home where I could return to as necessary.

When I moved out for good at 23 my parents decided to sell up at exactly the same time and moved 100s of miles away. I think they saw it as a clean break for us all. I did feel a sort of grief though for the loss of the house, the neighbours and everything that had been constant in my life. I'm now mid-40s and so many of my friends talk about "going back home" for sunday lunch, christmas etc (obviously not right now) or have old toys in the loft that they can pass on to their own children but I don't have that. My parents current house will never be "home" for me and the old house was completely gutted and decluttered when we all moved out. I couldn't take lots of stuff to the small flat to which I was moving and my parents were vastly downsizing so lots of stuff was lost forever. It's not the biggest problem in the world but does make me feel sad from time to time. On the other hand, it's lovely to have such found memories of a happy home. Mum and Dad don't seem to miss it at all - to them it was just bricks and mortar which served a purpose for a while.

I did get some closure though, last year the old house went on the market so I posed as a viewer so I could have a wander round one last time. It had completely changed - walls knocked down, extensions added... Yet my bedroom seemed very familiar. Glad I had the opportunity to see it again and dropped in on some old neighbours at the same time (dropped the pretence as soon as I left the house), which was a lovely experience.

Yep. It felt like a bereavement selling my parents house when Dad finally went into a care home. It still does, a bit, and whilst I wanted to buy it DH didn’t.

DH has just sold PIL's house. DH never lived in it, but he has mixed feelings all the same.
However, it's meant to be a family home, and a family moved in today.

Try to remember the happy memories. Life goes on.

We are the parents that sold our childrens family home 10 years ago - we had to due to financial problems - it was a beautiful double fronted edwardian house. We all still miss it - it was my forever home but was not to be, and we had lived there for 16 years.

But home is where the family are. We were able to buy a run down, much smaller victorian cottage that was beautiful when we had finished renovating it.

Weve now moved again in to, i hope, my last home which is gorgeous and near the sea - so we all love this one now - but we all still miss the first one!

It's not strange at all, I was devastated when my parents sold our family home. I live overseas, so couldn't buy it but oh my heart broke when they left.

I can still hear the sound of the door when I open the porch and the ensuing smell of my mum's roast dinner combined with the fresh lavender in the porch.

As a previous poster so eloquently put, our home was the silent member of the family. The couple that bought it have just put it back on the market and when I looked through the pictures it just doesn't have the character that it did when we were there. It was so warm and cozy, now it just looks a bit dull if spacious.

I still miss it, it was our safe place since 1984!

Hi all thanks for all of the replies, I suppose I just felt silly that I was so sad over the selling of our house from 7 years ago, I also felt like maybe I was unusual in the fact that I was the one for the move yet Im the only one that misses it now

it's meant to be a family home, and a family moved in today

I think this is a good way to look at it. My parents bought our house over 40 years ago, so it will be devastating to ever sell it, but the house saw other families before us and will see others after us.

I think thats the bigger problem a family didn't move into mine, ex builders moved in who tore it apart, it was insulting as my parents spent 1000's on refurbs and expansion

Not my parents house as we moved several times but my grandparents house. It was a lovely detached house with a big garden full of fruit trees and bushes and loads of vegetables etc. It was the real centre of the family and all events happened there. I also felt safe there as I knew my mum wouldn’t hit me in front of her parents. Me, my sister and cousins used to spend after school/holidays/weekends there.
When it was sold when my Nan went into a home me and my sister were devastated but neither in a position to buy it.

@brieandchilli oh I really feel for you how sad, I have the same emotions for my grandparents but obviously not for the beating part though. My grandparents bought their house brand new and it seems odd but with them owning it over 30 years I don't want anyone else to own it x