Buying my childhood home .

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I have fantasized about buying the home I lived in as a child , from the ages of 6 to 18 , during 1966-1978 .
It would probably be incredibly expensive - My parents lived in this very well-off town , Chappaqua , New York (though the slightly less well-off end , I supppose , by its standards) and prices must have mega-mega gone up since .
It's not like - as I'll get to - I'd find all my lost possessions from then if I went there , of course we took them when we left ~ And , a major problem , it is a two-story - plus an attic and a basement , with a pretty narrow staircase to the attic , it only had staircases anywhere back then , and as crippled as I am now I could hardly get around there much . But still .
I picture the place as it was then , with what I guess were rather 1960s middle-class appliances/furniture , maybe early-70s at the latest - Doubtless it's been updated since then and now?? , perhaps looks like the house from some 90s yuppie movie comedy with Bill Crystal and Steve Martin .
It was a rather old house (by American standards) , from the 1920s and had no air-conditioning (My parents , having grown up in the South , I've often thought thought that Northern heat didn't amount to very much , at least when they were younger .) - It was fairly naturally cool , in fact , since it predated general A/C !

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" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.
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What is the root of this fantasy?

Was life better from 1966-1978?

Do tell in great detail?

Also realistically, you will probably never ever live in this home to be clear.

I don't like the way my neighborhood went, and, to me, it would feel like having the final word. I think it's a nice dream.

Sometimes I fantasize about buying my childhood home good memory's there and bad. But then I realize the house was very haunted so rather not relive that lol. But I'd buy my second childhood home in a second.

My grandparents' house was haunted, I felt all sorts of weird stuff there. The people who bought it ended up hiring an exorcist years later. Crazy stuff!

ASS-P, that sounds like a lovely house - I'm from New England and sometimes really miss it... Will probably never get back there either, but it's good to at least have happy childhood memories from simpler times!

Then, did your religious beliefs give you peace?

Spirituality definitely brings me a sense of comfort, peace, and sanity.

Sorry, didn't mean to get off-topic... But I suppose a haunted house is the ultimate case of someone feeling attached to their previous home, and wanting to revisit it!

I lived in small to medium-sized apartments as a kid.

The one in Queens, which had two bedrooms and two bathrooms, is something I wouldn't mind buying if the price is right.

I would dearly love to be able to buy my childhood home but I'll never be able to. I feel like it's my real home. I lived there from when I was born to just after my dad died when I was at university.

It is a grand old shop building from the early 1800s. Dad worked in the shop downstairs and we lived over the top. There were marble and mahogany counters in the shop, a cellar with a coal chute, gas lamp brackets and a fantastic mahogany staircase winding all the way up from the shop to the top floor.

The accommodation was tied to dad's job so of course we had to move out when he died. The place is unlikely to be demolished any time soon as it is a listed building but I'd never be able to afford to buy it. It seems to be unoccupied now.

I dream about the place all the time. I've even recreated it in Minecraft

I wonder if it still smells like Christmas in that little old wardrobe in the cloakroom?

I'm a soppy old sod and I've actually succeeded in making myself cry now.