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Originally Posted by garinda
I stopped living full-time in this area when I was eighteen.
Sad, strange, child.
Now it doesn't bother me at all.
Love being away.
Love being home.
Though I do still always say goodbye to the sea wherever I am.
Knowing my Dad's ashes are being washed around by it.
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Same here - left at 18 for Uni., came back when i could, but never realised how attached I was till I'd left "for good".
I also love being nice and quiet in my own routine at home-yet am ready to leave at the drop of a hat.
I love being by water - not for the same reason as you - nice to think your Dad's present every time you encounter the sea though. I love being by water as it reaches out and calms my soul.
As to your being a sad, strange child -not at all, I can remember the smallest strangest details of family holidays when I was little - they are the things that make up the "glue" that binds us together over the years.
Recently have begun to understand the selective nature of memory though...