Eversince I was a child I had this wierd affection towards places and things. Whenever I visit a place and stay there for a week or more, then I get attached to it and it would be difficult leaving it. Also with things, like cars for example, the thought of buying a new car is always nice, but to think about leaving or selling the old one is always a hard feeling, it's like a bond. Not to mention the people of course, if I am moving to another job, it is always hard to leave my old colleagues even though I can easily and quickly make new friends. So it is the emotions, the memories, the good and bad times that we've shared together.
The worst was when they told me that they would evacuate my granny's villa and rent it to an embassy. I couldn't stand this, I wasn't even concerned about my stuff there, as much as the place itself. All my childhood memories are there in that place. I grew up and was brought up there, it was my home eversince I was a baby till I got married. Then right after my grand parents died, my mom and uncles thought of renting it. People, this is my home, this is my memories, my childhood, my teen-age, my youth, My LIFE. No body understands that I am attached to it, it is like a part of me and they are taking it away. I can't just imagine that there are other people there, staying in my room. Anyway, I still have this feeling though it's been a long time now.
But today, I have a new bad feeling, not as much as my granny's home, but it's also a new attachment "My Shop". I just closed it, I only had it for six months, but strangely I feel bad about leaving it. It will stay in my memory forever even when I get a new shop. What to say? Am I a weak person? Or is it nice to have emotions?
The worst was when they told me that they would evacuate my granny's villa and rent it to an embassy. I couldn't stand this, I wasn't even concerned about my stuff there, as much as the place itself. All my childhood memories are there in that place. I grew up and was brought up there, it was my home eversince I was a baby till I got married. Then right after my grand parents died, my mom and uncles thought of renting it. People, this is my home, this is my memories, my childhood, my teen-age, my youth, My LIFE. No body understands that I am attached to it, it is like a part of me and they are taking it away. I can't just imagine that there are other people there, staying in my room. Anyway, I still have this feeling though it's been a long time now.
But today, I have a new bad feeling, not as much as my granny's home, but it's also a new attachment "My Shop". I just closed it, I only had it for six months, but strangely I feel bad about leaving it. It will stay in my memory forever even when I get a new shop. What to say? Am I a weak person? Or is it nice to have emotions?
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