Emotional attachment to a particular place/town/city-do you have it?

Hi Kala! Wonderful post! I have been to same place, same area and same city for the past many years. I have not changed the city or even my area. However, many years ago, we shifted to our current house due to division in property. My childhood was spent in a joint family among uncles and an aunt and I was the eldest child in my family so I was loved by all. I just can not forget the old memories spent together with my family members in that old house. Memories of that big house still haunt me and I just can never forget happy and sad moments, which I spent there. Sometimes, I see that house in my dreams and in my dream, I tell myself that the house no longer exist, so I should immediately leave this place and I come out of that house. I believe that childhood memories never fade away.

Hi Kalav! Just like you, I am also living now far from my hometown and I am also doing good here. I feel comfortable and happy with the place and already adjusted in the way life goes here and of course with people around me but there's still no place like home. Although I am happy and comfortable from where I live now, there's still some emptiness within me. I don't know what it was but all I know is the the happy feeling is very much different in my hometown and I feel very secured and very at ease in the place where I was born and I feel more complete in there. Maybe because my parents and my brother are still there and they are the one that gives me the great feeling. And I always love it whenever I am in my hometown coz it brings a lot of great memories from my childhood until the day I get married. So I can say that I am still very much attached with my home town and other places in there including the schools that I attended.

I do not like the place im from because the climate is humid there. I can not stand the humidity. The place im from is cold and snowy. I dont like snow either. I lived in many different palces. But i really love the place im living now. The climate is dry. The winters are more mild. It snows but it doesnt stay long.

Hi Kala I just love my birthplace where i was born,brought up and studied and spent some precious years of my life.I just miss my hometown and my heart will always belong to it. Now i am married at a place which is just 35 Km away from my hometown but till date i have not become used to this place.I just do not like staying here and want to get back but it is just not possible.

Dear Kalaji I served in different colleges for more than 46 years, but i used to stay in our paternal home during the vacations, i am attaced to my home town, to my friends, relatives there, after retirement i rebuilt the houses and stay in one with my son etc, i wish i die in this home only.. Thanks for sharing Best of luck. Professor

I fell in love with Malaysia. There was once I had to go to Malaysia by myself. I had no one to talk to for days, and this allowed me to see the real beauty of the country. Now it is my most loved country.

It is most likely that a person develop sentimental attachment to the surroundings in which is born and brought up. Childhood memories always linger in one;s heart. The longing for one's native place never fades.

Yes, this is something that a lot of people have and I know I certainly have it for my home town, where I grew up. It is always good to go back and be there from time to time. _Derek

Hi dear, As you know that I am also away from my native. The place, where we spent our childhood, is always special for us. Of course, for me too, my native place is so special. However, on visits, I felt that the old fondness is not there among people. Those are in my age group (girls) married off and living their own places and the boys, who are also married and living with their wives. Here the problem is, I am only a visitor there and I am not familiar with these new faces that may the reason feeling alienated…. The kids (those who were kids in my time) also grown up and I can’t recognize them on first sight. Now I am more comfortable in my in-laws place where I am spending my major part of vacation … I am not familiar to all faces there too but they all knew me well and communicating with me in a friendly manner…

Hi kalav, I have also emotional attachment for my native village. My father was a government servant. He got transferred from one place to other place. For this reason I and my siblings studied in many schools. So I have no school-life's bosom friend. After my father's retirement from the job we returned to our native village. There everyone was so sincere and close that I felt all are my own people. For higher study I left my village. Now I'm doing a job in a big city. I'm here for long time. But I feel it is not my own place. My village where is my root is my own place. When I remember my village I become emotional.

For me yes since then if i would go to the place we live before I would take it reminiscence.

I was born outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in the States, When I got married we lived somewhere else. I didn't realize till I was gone how much I like it here and compared everything to here. Pgh. is kind of a big city and where we lived was a smaller town. There were a lot of differences and I like city life much more. There is a lot more to do, things are closer and a small town closes so early. I was used to going out at 10 and by then everything was closed. I came back home when I got divorced and was glad to do so.

I have too much emotional attachment with place where I am living and where I was live. I was live only 14 years at my birth place. But I have much attachment with this place. Although it is small town. At present I am living in city. But my first priorty is my birth place and second is where at present I am living.

yes! I love my birthplace. I'm from the Philippines and i'm really enjoying living here since birth. I have gone to other countries like Singapore,Hong Kong, Australia, but somewhat I like it here still. I don't wanna change my address for I have been living comfortably and peacefully. MAybe I'm afraid of change. This makes me think that I'm scared to try new things.

The town Hatton in SriLanka is always in my mind and dreams. It is where I was taken to when I was a two months old baby. I grew up there spent my childhood and sent to the school Highlands. No place in this world is having an impact like Hatton in my life. It was a wonderful scenic paradise of teas estates in the central province of the country very near to Nowara eliya the little England.The people’s culture, etiquecy and everything was very English there. The people are very happy go lucky. Another two most important things I adore in those people are the respect and equality they give to the elders and the way the address the young ones respectfully. They never use 'poda' 'vaada' to young chilren. Only 'vaanga' 'ponga'.I can keep on telling about this place for days together. Thanks a lot Kala for bringing up this discussion enabling me to travel the path of sweet nostalgia.

Hi Kala, Yes, I do have an emotional attachment to my in-laws place. I’ve never lived in any city other than Kolkata and even after marriage, when I moved in to my in-law’s place, I never kind of missed my father’s house. Maybe because it was my mother’s house and not mine! Whatever, the first room which I could call really ‘mine’ was the one at my in-laws place where I moved in after marriage. Each and every inch of that room is my decoration, my hubby spent his hard-earned money on its upgradation and that room was truly our very own. However, due to paucity of space, we shifted about three years back to another place. Though this is still my home again, I miss that single room

You gave me my birth Then you made me pay What is it worth Cast me away I'm lying in the bushes Dying in my arms You stand here with nothing But you've still got english charm Oh England, you're my home My heart's heart Crashing from the blow You're a place of the poor Open wound Sure you're my last rite You cut your own throat Then you let it bleed Misleading your people From what they all need Roots forgotten That's what we all say But what does it matter Now we're the USA Why is it England I feel like rubbish on your streets Why is it when I care I feel incomplete Why does our future seem Such defeat When will our consciousness Finally meet Oh, whatever happened to My green and pleasant land all the best urban

Hi kala, memories are something else, we always treasure them especially our childhood memories, and I agree with you.In my case too I have always loved our ancestral house in mangalore and still feel very attached to it. But I have moved on in life and later it is this house which has become very close to me since we have spent many years here and children have grown up here.However, if a stage comes where I have to leave this place and go elsewhere I am sure that I will be able to do so....But memories will be there and it becomes part of our life !

There are many places from my youth that I remain connected to in one way or another. I usually have memories there, or a friendship began there, or as they change over the years I look back and remember how things were. I was born in St. Louis but was adopted within ten weeks and taken immediately to Ohio. Even though I've visited St. Louis, I don't feel any attachment there except for a thought of wonder involving what my life could have been like. Here, however, the home I spent my early childhood in is one I feel attached to. A friend's horse farm is another place, because I grew up on the back of one horse or another, and that's where much of my time was spent before my dad built us a barn in the backyard and bought some horses for ourselves. My grandma's neighborhood is another...I spent a lot of time there, and knew many people. Sadly, many of the people I knew have taken some questionable turns, so the nostalgia there is bittersweet. The place that invokes the most feeling would have to be the home I spent my life in from the ages of 8 to 20, when I married. It was the home with the barn, a home I raised many animals in, the home where I tried to take my own life, the home my parents divorced within, the home I fell in love while living in, the home where I first kissed the man who is now my husband, and the home that, over the years, completely fell apart. It started out as a beautiful place, and my memories there begin beautiful as well. As people seemed to break apart both in mind and body and thus breaking apart my family and what I felt and knew of them, well, that's when the memories get a bit sadder. My attachment here revolves around wishing things had gone differently than they had...looking back, for example, and trying to see where it all started falling apart. This was a great discussion question...it made me think, and it took me back to days I can never revisit. Thanks for that.

Yes, I have a special feeling for Hong Kong. I wasn't born there but I had visited that place twice. I am planning to go there again and again. I can't explain why I like Hong Kong so much...I suppose there will always be things that cannot be explained?