You can’t go home again….

You can’t go home again….

They say you can’t go home again. But they are wrong. You can. We did.


It seemed like any other Sunday morning. We woke up early, got some exercise in, and took a ride to Costco before hitting the beach. The only difference was we woke up in a different house, in a different town.

“Doesn’t if feel like we went on a long vacation, my husband asked me as we exited the Costco parking lot?”

“Yeah,” I replied as I bit my lower lip. “It does. I feel like we are coming home from JFK and just made a stop on the way. It’s going to be strange, don’t you think?”

He nodded. As we neared the top of the Altantic Beach Bridge, I reached over and fidgeted with the music buttons until Simon and Garfunkel’s Homeward bound was blasting out of the speakers. “We’re going home,” I whispered as a tear slowly ran down my face.

Seconds later we pulled into “our” driveway. While the house looked the same, it didn’t. Baby carriages were outside. We grabbed our stuff and walked to the front door.

“They’re here!” the new owner’s son yelled out as he opened the door and hugged both my husband and me. He quickly introduced us to his family members we didn’t previously meet. I glanced around the house we had built and smiled at the familiar and took in the different. We didn’t stay inside long. We went to the pool where the new owners were sitting while their young grandson had a swim lesson.

Life is strange. You really never know what is going to happen to you from one day to the next. And you never know whom you will meet and how they will impact your life. If you told me a year ago I would no longer be living at the beach I wouldn’t have believed you. If you told me that my husband and I would also become close friends with the new owners I would have thought you lost your mind.

But both happened.

I’d lie if I didn’t say yesterday was an odd day. When people complimented the new owners on how beautiful the house was, automatically my husband and I answered thank you. When security approached the door to check if a car belonged to one of the guests, my husband and I went to greet him. When someone asked where the garbage was in the kitchen, I directed them.

Home is where your heart is and where people you care about are. And yesterday I felt like I was still home. Except for the firework display at night, we didn’t set foot on the beach. We took a brief walk and visited neighbors but spent the majority of the day “at home.” And while the people changed, the happy, party vibe of the house didn’t. Our home was still our home; just new people were making memories, and including us in them.

26 thoughts on “You can’t go home again….

  1. Dear Hilary,
    You are so right about home is where your heart is – and I have left mine in many different places that I cannot wait to get back to.

  2. That had to have been strange. I remember my mom telling me that she stopped by our old house in Germany once and the people that had moved in made it theirs and so many things were changed. It made her a little sad… I’m not sure I would want to see that. But with the current move, I don’t think it would bother me too much… there was so much I wanted to do with our old home that I never got to, so it would be nice to see what someone else will do with it.

    1. Susi – It is always strange going back. My mom and i went back a few times to the house I grew up in. The new owners did a lot of work, and we loved what they did. It was cool to see the changes. But it was a year or so later. This was just 3 weeks and instead of just spending 10 minutes at the house we spent like 6 hours!

  3. How wonderful it is to complete what you guys did at the house on the beach to make it so beautiful & that you are able to still enjoy going there and still sharing it with the very special people who bought the house. Now, onward to completing another beautiful home and making new memories.

    1. Loretta – I know! We really are in a unique position, and I love it. It is great to be able to go “home” again and feel at home even though it is now someone else’s house… And while it was emotional to be back, returning to the new house made us both excited and happy…

  4. This is wonderful. not many people even get to know the people who buy their house, much less become friends with them.

    1. Janine – I know. We had a very unique experience – on both ends of this move…. I would love to write about it, but so many odd things happened people would think it was far fetched. But life is often so much stranger then fiction.

  5. What an incredibly BEAUTIFUL and deeply touching post. You should be proud that the warmth and love that existed in your home when you and Marc lived there, is being passed on to the new owners. That will NEVER die!! xoxoxo

    1. Caren – thanks! We are proud and happy. It is such an amazing feeling to see our legacy continue. It is funny, so many homes on my court changed owners over the past 5 years. There wasn’t one house that had the same vibe as the previous owners (good or bad). But ours does, and it makes me so happy!

    1. Claudia – I know. It is super awesome! We really got lucky. We sold to amazing people and we also bought from amazing people. Our attorney said he never went to two closings like ours where everyone was “friends”. We plan to invite the old owners over to our new house once we finish construction

  6. That must have been a strange feeling! A bittersweet one for sure – but how nice to see that more happy memories are being made in a place so close to your heart.

    1. Rorybore – it sure was. I smiled and cried so much. I’ve told the new owner so many times that if I am not able to still live at the house I am so glad that she is…. I really love her and her family.

  7. Now that would have felt strange and will take some getting used to. Your home but no longer. It’s wonderful you have become friends with the new owner.

    1. Jan – it was very strange and surreal. I felt at home and like a stranger at the same time. At one point I felt like i was almost having an out of body experience – looking at my life from a distance.

  8. Lovely post. I can see how it would be both beautiful and strange to be in “your” home that isn’t actually yours anymore. It’s awesome that you are friends with the new owners! And a little funny that you were directing people to the trashcan or parking… lol. I have a feeling it will be a while before you can sit back quietly and let the new owners do the talking…

    1. Mandy – thank you. It is really strange and beautiful at the same time. I have gone back “home” two more times since I wrote this and it still feels strange but also like the new normal…

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