We sold the family home this week where I grew up and my parents lived until they died two years ago. There was relief at the closing, as an older vacant house is a pain and the estate business not fully settled. But, with the finality of the deal I felt the old pulls. But why? My parents are long since buried and I last lived there in 1971. My wife and I are in our forth residence and I’ve lived several places longer than that one. What is unfinished there?

My childhood home, like everyone’s was an intense place, full of love and our share of conflicts and loss. It’s the last place four loved ones ever lived. We had a blessed neighborhood with constant activities and pure childhood fun. My wife and I married there in front of the fireplace with friends and family attending. Growing up, I also became “me” in that house, spending time alone to discover myself through reading, thought and reflection. It was the part I let go of last. On my final visit I went to the places that were just mine, where I first remembered becoming myself.

I tell my patients that what matters is what is in your psychic mind and those in your life you care for now. Don’t get to attached to places, things, or old memories…often easier said than done. I only hope the new owners can find a life as rich and full as that which had in this special place. I’ll keep my memories in their proper place in my mind and my heart.