In 1977 and 1978, my first husband and I lived in a 560 square foot cottage in a picture perfect beach town in California. It was a great little cottage, but built for summer use only with no insulation whatsoever. We left it when I went off to college in Santa Cruz.
I came across our wedding invitation while sorting old paperwork, and there was the address for RSVPs. I looked it up and there it was! Cleaned up, inside and out. My mind immediately began trippin' on renting it again for a vacation home. Nostalgia? A longing for my old life? A practical solution to my desire to return to the area for parts of the year? Yes, all. What would it be like to live there and spend time in the area as my senior self instead of my twenty year old self? It's still listed as a rental, not for sale.
My last therapy session was about self-compassion, and then I spent several days in a funk. So much for intentions. Today, at last, I feel I am coming out of it, ready to join the world again.
It may be unrealistic to expect this cottage to be available, but I would like it if it were. I'd like to spend the better part of a year there and seeing it with new eyes. It might be good therapy. Old homes can have such poignant memories, and this one does for me.
It's a beautiful cottage. I think you should follow the yearning of your heart. There may be something there, waiting for you to discover it. Something about yourself, perhaps, or maybe just a kind of peace with what was. Yes, time gets odd as we get older.ReplyDelete
I'm glad I stumbled upon this blogpost! 🙂 I would like to rent my childhood home. Nostalgia!ReplyDelete
I hope you do it and write about it.