re: Have you ever tried to visit your old house?

Nurpe.... I still live in the house I grew up in. It will never be sold (that's the papers drawn up says).

I will not own another home. Just fine right where I am. I don't owe anything other than utilities.

I passed my house I grew up in everyday for the last few years while bringing my kid to school. Never stopped and asked to see it tho.

House I grew up in is owned by some black folks..... it's still in good shape but I never stopped to see if I could look at it.

The house where I grew up as a kid turned into an office (it's not in the U.S.). Went there several years ago and there was a security guy at the front. I asked him if I could step inside and explained that I lived there back in the 70's and asked if I could go inside to see what it looked like.
He said, "No, sorry".

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I don't owe anything other than utilities.

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you have a 100% property tax exemption?

Get off my lawn

There's a house on the lot I grew up in, but it's not the same house. About a year after Katrina flooded N.O. I took a ride to the old neighborhood to check it out. It was hard hit by the flood and the house I grew up in was in the process of being gutted to begin renovation.

I passed back there a few months later and the house was gone and when I asked one of the few people in the area what happened they said it collapsed when they were removing some walls to alter the floor plan some, so they tore it down.

Eventually, in its place they put up a shotgun camelback that added 3 more rooms to the original footprint.

Just drive by and Google Street view. I like to see how big the live oak trees I planted are doing.

I've driven by my childhood home recently. The new owners let it deteriorate. It has vines growing on the side and visible rot. The "yard" is completely overgrown with old engines and shite everywhere.

Such a shame. My parents built that house. It was a beautiful home in a beautiful setting. Now it looks like every other house in rural LA.

One day I was scrolling through facebook timeline and what a pleasant shocker -- a girl I had gone to high school with posted brand new pictures of the interior of my grandfather's old house. It was special to me as we visited very frequently growing up and my family spent all our Christmases there. Apparently after my grandfather had passed, it was sold and ended up with this girl's boyfriend's mother, who had renovated it, and then at that point wanted to sell it, and she had reposted the real estate listing with pictures. I saved all the pictures of all the rooms and although it looks much different now it brings back all the memories of how things once were.