Now for something different
Today was a bank holiday and I spent the day with my family at home. On days like these, when we don't expect any visitors and don't have any agenda for the day we just hang out at home and everyone is pretty much free to do as he wishes. On this occasion we even managed not to spend too much time on housekeeping or gardening, a default activity of house owners with virtually no substantial return on investment. Because of my morning routine I am always the first one to get up and I consider it an utter privilege to witness everybody's 'start the day process' as the morning unfolds. The first ones to join me early are our cats - the standard routine is that I prepare their breakfast. Eventually they eat, I read. Then they either take a nap or they leave to follow nature's call. Today however something extraordinary happened: our lady cat approached me in my reading chair and complained about something. I didn't get what she wanted until she hopped into my lap and I had to cuddle her. Our cats are cozy creatures, but also smart. None of them approaches strangers easily but they adore each of us - on rare occasions like this they also show their admiration. Also: They lose a lot of hair these days and she left me completely covered in bushes of cat hair. Chances are she indeed might have had a hidden agenda there. Once the little lady's cuddle-need was saturated she went her way and I was able to return to reading. Until a few minutes later my son approached me without saying a word - not too much of a surprise: he has Finnish origins. On arrival he just laid down in my lap with half a dozen of his cuddle animals - cuddle time. After a while his brother and my wife joined us and we had a lazy long breakfast with some really delicious crêpes.
Roots in the Ground
When I moved to Bonn in 2006 it was because of my job with the military. At the time my average duration of assignments was less than two years. Hence I was pretty sure I would not remain in one place for too long. When I was young we used to move a lot. During the first years after our emigration from Hungary we moved more than a dozen times - sometimes we stayed at some place for just a couple of weeks or even months.
Sometimes my wife and I fantasize where else we might live - a few years back Finland was a serious candidate. In the end we chickened out because of the length and the bitter cold of the Finnish winters. My sons never want to move to another place anyway. The reason I am telling this is because today I realized something very important: That even though we have only lived a few years in a house with a garden we have unknowingly fallen in love with our home. Though we never run out of things to improve in our house we have rooted ourselves in our home and are all invested emotionally. This is an experience I never had in my youth. Therefore it struck me when I realized that if we ever are to move again it is going to be a tough departure. Even if our next home is a luxurious mansion or even a fairy tale castle (and the odds are heavily stacked against such dreamy scenarios), it would still be hard to abandon our current home with all the memories that we associate with it.
Necessity vs negation of nostalgia
It is a regular pastime of mine to declutter my life and my possessions. I came to enjoy getting rid of objects that I only possess because of mere nostalgia. By 'nostalgia' in this context I refer to an emotional attachment to objects that have either lost their purpose or that I don't require/use any more. My wife is even more consequential than I in ditching stuff - she's a real pro when it comes to material minimalism. The only exception to this habit of ours is kids' stuff. I start to see a tendency to a material investment and an emotional investment here that has not always been typical for any of the two of us. Apparently you cannot really avoid emotional attachment to certain objects in your life once you have a family of your own. Maybe we all need a change of mind and learn to accomodate for some amount of nostalgia in our lives. We will need to be more comfortable with a certain degree of nostalgia at least as long as it does not obstruct necessary future development and progress.
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