Hi Min. <<<<<<<<Huge hugs>>>>> Looks like you and me are travelling on a paralel path in some ways.
My childhood home, as we speak, right now is being valued by a realtor and will be on the market in a day or two. (Assuming my brother likes the agent)
There is no way I can go home again until October. If it sells by then, that means I will never be able to go back. I do desperatly want one more opportunity to spend some quiet time there. TO hug my favourite tree in the world. Just to BE there, and to say goodbye to it. I worry every day I may not get that opportunity.
Losing a childhood home I am finding, is a death of it's own.
When you have genuine love for people, and you home - genuine love, it makes no difference how old you are. It hurts the same.
I am so sorry you are feeling this too.
I know by the sound of it you have wonderful memories of the home. Same as I do mine. And people remind me of that when I get down. BUt I know, and I know you know - memories are good - but deep down, at the moment they do not feel enough. What good is a memory....if you can;t reach out and touch/feel/see/smell/taste - whatever. It's very very hard, isn;t it.
One day, the memories become very wonderfully satisfying, but in these early days, they are hardly enough.
I guess I just wanted to say, you are not alone. I understand how you might be feeling. And I empathise and sympathise.
Life can be very hard at times. I have lost my mom, a best friend, and now the house, all in the course of 2 months. And its very hard to stay in the present, really. I find that - do you? Just so overwhelmed.
Just know I am with you in spirit if that helps any. ANd I am sending you love, and a gentle hug, and saying "I understand."
Look after yourself.
xxx