Missing places/times instead of people

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Places and spaces, oh yes

I always have a sense of existing in the completely wrong time. It's weird. However, I miss places that I've been intensely. I often don't remember the people, mostly because they were prolly too annoying, but I really miss the place. I can remember every little detail of a room, but not the people who were in it. Oh well, they probably just made me miserable, anyway.

I do the exact same thing including the bit about trying to recreate certain moments in my life.

I do miss certain places and it deeply hurts me when they change. when my parents remodeled the house that really threw me for a loop. when certain places get torn down I almost mourn for them. but normal people don't see what the fuss is about. like I shouldn't treat certain buildings like works of art or have any emotional attachment to a place.

I still miss going to my grandparents house which was sold and no doubt is different inside now.

they even remodeled the other grandparents house which is still in the family it was a wonderful house out on the lake done in a nice 1940s style. I could have gladly lived there. probably still could if i had decent internet (wont happen though as I doubt my family would ever sell it to me)

I wonder whether, when we miss a time or a place, it isn't the emotional state we were in that we're longing for. I sometimes feel as if my mind were a house with many rooms but no connecting doors. To get from one emotional state to another I must so to speak break down the walls by doing something radical like visiting a place I've been before or recreating a lifestyle or environment.

I've been mildly obsessed with the memory of an apartment complex we lived in when I was a child. It was one of the last times I lived with my mother and the only home I remember fondly. It's been over thirty years and I still miss the place.

I've been mildly obsessed with the memory of an apartment complex we lived in when I was a child. It was one of the last times I lived with my mother and the only home I remember fondly. It's been over thirty years and I still miss the place.

Sorry about this double post. I don't know how to get rid of it!

I do this too.

I hate the fact that my old high school has been demolished & rebuilt, that my Grandparents' old house has been built on to & converted into a garage, that the town centre of my hometown is all different and the shops I knew as a child have gone....

I don't think about the people as often though.

I am like this as well. The few memories I have before I became more "aware" are all of places. I don't even remember what my parents looked like back then in comparison to now, but I can recreate classrooms and houses in my mind with as much detail as if I'd just seen it a few days ago. I don't remember people nearly as well I do the enviornment I was in.

i totally get this.

i don't really miss my aunt or my cousins, didn't ever really know them that well, but man i miss her house.

i loved her house. i can remember the patchwork stuffed mouse she had on her bed and the quilt. the colors and the towels in the green bathroom. the weird painting on the cupboard door. the strange beds in the basement that reminded me of train compartments. the hutch with the tea cup collection. the artwork on the wall in the living room. her strange sectional couch with the ugly cushions.

i wish i had had a better relationship with her/them only so i could have possibly have claimed some of that stuff that i know probably didn't mean squat to anyone else. (well, other reasons too, like not being an aspie that can't do relationships, but as an aspie, i just want the stuff.)

i miss my childhood room terribly. it was a sucky room, barely 8x10 with ugly green shag carpeting, but i still miss it.

Oh yeah, I completely understand this too.

I don't miss my childhood, but I miss my home and my animals at times. I don't really miss my sisters much since I get to talk to them on the phone all the time and they don't understand that when I tell them that. LOL! I'm not dropping thousands of dollars on plane tickets so my family can go see them when I don't really miss them. LOL! I think it would crush them to know that's my main reason for not visiting.

I reminisce on the places, not the people. My mother bought my grandparents' house from them when they moved away. I don't like going to Mom's house because it's not Mom's house and it's not Grandma's house anymore either. Grandma's house was a safe haven for me and I miss it.

The only place I'd ever miss (and the only place I ever did miss) was where I live now. I've been other places, and frankly hated them. Some places I hope to never see again. I missed my home when I was off at college, and really missed my cat.

I usually dont really miss the place or the people, but the feeling i had in that place/around those people. Like i could miss feeling the way i did in a situation or whatever. I do remember places too, mostly i remember where i lived as a child, i could probably describe where every piece of furniture stood.

I've noticed that I miss places more than people. I miss London, and more specifically several places in London, more than I miss the people I know in London.

I am completely in love with Nice (where I live at the moment) in France. When I first came here I fell in love and couldnt wait to live here. Once I started to live here I was constantly amazed that I was here and felt terribly homesick when I went back on visits 'home' to the UK. Even when I have been here I have felt the longing to continue being here. Ironically, since living here I have been through a very severe depression - maybe partly even caused by my obsession for Nice because I feel so much pain at the thought of leaving.

My job contract has come to an end and I have to leave this summer after 3.5 years. I seem to have accepted this to a certain extent as I know that in terms of people I have made a mess of things and I do still want to experience living in another culture (germany next), but at the same time I feel bereft. Its almost like loving a person that you cant have and you know its best to leave them and forget about them - I have felt at home here and I love everything about this place, but at the same time it causes me so much pain that I sometimes think the only way to escape it is to live somewhere else and to make a new life and never come back. It has been a difficult life here, but oh, the sea, the mountains, the markets, the beautiful light, even the dirt (but not the people, can do without them) - I will miss it so much when I go.

I miss my grandparents's farm where I used to live for 3 years. Later I used to spend there my summer vacations as well until I was 16 or 17. This place appears in my dreams very often. Now nobody lives there as both of my grandparents are deceased and my mother who inherited the house is going to sell it in the close future.