Do you feel a strong emotional attachment to any things like say your house ?

[LovelyYellowLabrador]

I do feel a very strong emotional attachment to my house
As it’s the one place when my life has been tricky horrific that I can fully be myself and the energy from the house is loving and good like the ground it’s built in is good

I also feel that at my local church
I feel the scarceness of the very ground it’s built upon a calmness that fills you

I sort of wish I could, if that makes any sense, but I just can’t. There’s not one object, apart from perhaps photos of my kids, that I’d be really cut up to lose. But I’ve moved many, many times in my life and lost a lot of things on the way. So I’ve had to decide not to be unhappy about it.

Yes
Lots of buildings- old school
Childhood home

I do feel Vibes in certain places though. I hate former prisons that are now museums for example. I can feel. the misery.

Well how did you actually manage to do that tho ? Decide not to be unhappy about it

I’m interested as I’m having to major declutteirng atm
Which I do find hard to do

Yes that’s it you can actually feel it
There an old workhouse not far from here, and it gives me chills just walking past

In my 23.49 post I was trying to say I’m not attached to anything concrete, big or small. But actually I think I do agree wIth you about places. I just don’t feel much about this place I live in 🤷‍♀️

Cross-posted.. I definitely feel that @LovelyYellowLabrador. I also get it in a good way about certain places. But I can feel if there’s been a great deal of misery in a place. Can’t wait to leave.

I know exactly what you mean about wOrkhouses. I’ve felt it too.

Well maybe you’re just neutral atm about the place your in, have you been there a shortish amount of time ?

Yes. Far too many things. Just one of the reasons I am finding it so difficult to declutter.

Oooh yeah, love my wee house. It's actually making life a bit tricky, because it's too small, we really need to move...but I don't want to.

I also have an attachment to my SIL's holiday home, strange as it might sound. She's very kindly let us use it a few times, and we've had such happy times there. It's a very relaxed, homely place to be.

I have hoarder tendencies, and slipped into (low level) hoarding for a while recently. I get overly attached to things, and have to battle with myself over letting go in general (of stuff, guilt, rumination, all sorts).

A beautiful Edwardian necklace worn by my late Mother in a portrait I have on my wall. She was probably 16 or 17, late 1940s or early 50s. I believe it was her Mother's.

I own it jointly with my siblings as we want to keep it for special occasions in the family.

Two knitted stuffed toys my Mom made for me, and a painting she did.

A funny looking statue/doll/figure on a stand that was my Dad's and is wearing a ribbon badge saying "Frosh [year]" that must have been given to him his first year of Uni, in the late 1940s.

My Mom's egg beater thingy that you turn a handle and it works like a mixer. Still alive and well and usable.

My Grandparents' cast iron Dutch oven, and a craftsman style hammered aluminum plate they had.

Bits and pieces like sugar bowls and salt shakers from my Dad's Mum.

Strange really. You look at these "things" that are worth almost nothing and realize how much they mean to you. I fear the next generation will have no idea.

My Mum had dementia, and I am sure she knew early on as she had put masking tape on the things and written where they came from.

Well I feel attached to my house, it’s where I live and have raised my children for years now so of course I love being there. Plus of course it’s the place I come home from work to relax in, I can be comfortable there. So yeah there’s an attachment.

I’m not one of these people who insists they can ‘feel misery’ or whatever in places where bad things have happened, because obviously we’re all aware that workhouses weren’t nice places, but I think it’s a bit dramatic to insist your empathy is so strong can literally feel the misery of other people from a hundred years ago. But your own house, yes of course it’s normal to have an attachment to it.

I'm attached to my house. I bought it as a fixer upper 7 odd years ago and its the times I've had here that I love.

DH asked me to marry him in the hallway, I got ready for our wedding here, we have done so many DIY projects together here, including knocking down a wall when I was 5 weeks pregnant, then papering our hallway when I was 37 weeks. We brought both our babies home to this house. But its now for sale as we need more room. I'm gutted to be selling, but there's no room to extend. There will be a lot if tears on moving day!

We'll make new memories in our new house!

Another one for my house, I feel so safe and cosy here. Plus we've had so many firsts here, when we out grow it, it will be a sad day.
I'm a total Christmas nut and some of my decorations would break me if anything happened to them, ones with the children's hand prints on and my late nans are just irreplaceable.

I feel an attachment to places. There are places dotted around the country and abroad that mean "home" to me. How long I lived there doesn't matter.

Likewise there are places I have lived where I will always feel in danger, even though I am not.

No. Not house nor places. But I've moved around a lot as an adult and a as a child. My family were deemed homeless once when I was young and given a house in a place I hated living. Maybe all that stopped me becoming attached to anything because I think everywhere is temporary.

No, I love my house, it’s a safe place and a lovely inviting home. But it’s just a house and I could recreate it anywhere.

There's a particular tree.
And a couple of particular memorial monuments ( related to places not deaths)

My car. I cried a lot when she was taken away on a transporter to the salvage yard on Thursday 😭

Our house. 250+ years old and DH’s grandparents lived here. Its homely. Full of live. Deaths happened here too. But it speaks.

Hence why I despise new builds. Soulless. Each to their own but they are soulless.

#life not live

@sanityisamyth

My car. I cried a lot when she was taken away on a transporter to the salvage yard on Thursday 😭

Totally get that, I felt such guilt about my old car when I traded him in, knowing he most likely be scrapped for parts. He was my first car, and had got so bashed and battered over the years I'd had him, but had been so reliable and had just kept on trucking, despite my tendency to drive him like a tank. I felt like I'd betrayed him.

It probably didn't help that I'd named him after my grandad.

@MrsDThomas

Our house. 250+ years old and DH’s grandparents lived here. Its homely. Full of live. Deaths happened here too. But it speaks.

Hence why I despise new builds. Soulless. Each to their own but they are soulless.

First, not everyone is fortunate enough to inherit/have a house passed through the family and a new build is the only way for a lot of people to get on the ladder!!!

After a lifetime of old, listed houses I now live in a relatively new property due to necessity, there was literally nothing else on the market where I wanted to live.

It isn't soulless, it is a really lovely home and so much more 'convenient' to live in than my old houses which spanned 1604 to 1911.

Not sure I'd go back to an old house now.