Importance Of Loss Of My Childhood House

Loss means something different to everyone, to me loss is when you let go of something valuable that means a lot to you. In my family we had a tradition of passing down our family house to the younger generation that was getting married and starting their own family. When my parents got married, my grandmother passed the house to my father as a tradition that has started during World War II. I was born and raised in this house until I was eight years old surrounded by my grandparents. My childhood house was huge it had two floors, enough for two families to live there simultaneously. We had a big backyard where we planted a lot of crops, trees, and flowers. Also, every day we would have my friends come over and hang out in our backyard playing

Loss of my childhood house meant that I lost familiarity, security, friends, stories, and the love that I experienced every day while I was growing up. Not only was this house supposed to be passed down to me in the future when I get married, it was also my happy place. However, now the possibility of this house being mine was gone. First few years of living in an apartment in America was different for me because it did not feel homely. Every day, I missed my home back in my country tremendously. I missed the smell of it, the memories I had in that house, and my big beautiful backyard where I hung out with my family and childhood friends. In just one decision by my parents my childhood house was taken away from me. Losing this house brought out a lot of emotion out of me, I was sad to let go of all the memories, I was angry for having to move from my happy place, I felt like I lost familiarity, and security that this house provided for

I got to relive my experiences that I made as a young child. I feel content knowing that I can visit my childhood house any time I would like. Also, when I start my own family I would be able to bring my children there for them to see where I grew up and to make their own amazing memories as I did. Even though, at one point in my life this loss of my childhood house was brought sadness and loss to my life, but I was able to resolve it. Now, I am thankful that I was able to move to a new country and establish new memories in a new house as an adult. A loss can entail anything and for me it was my childhood house where I created lots of memories and experiences that I will never forget and one day continue to share with my future children and