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Where you live
Aug. 26th, 2010 11:17 pm( The list )
I've written on this blog about the idea of "home," and how odd I find it that many of my adult friends refer to visiting their parents as "going home." I get that it's different for me because I've moved a lot, and neither of my parents live in any of my childhood homes. (Mom moved to Chicago years after I'd moved out, and I discovered last week that Jeffrey just bought a house in a city I've never even heard of.) But even if I'd lived in the same house until I went to Clark, I think "home" would still be a very mutable concept for me. Home is where I live.
I've lived in a lot of places. I was born in Davis, California. I think I lived in five places there. (Let's see... the house I was born in, the Regis house, the Loyola house, the apartment just before we moved, a six-month interlude in Carmichael somewhere in there... is that all of them? Mom?) I moved to Kansas City at thirteen, back to California to live with my grandparents at seventeen, a Clark dorm room at eighteen, a house in downtown Worcester the summer I turned nineteen, the @Cave with Mike that fall, and now Seattle.
If I got the Davis count right, that puts me in my eleventh home right now. I think this one is my favorite. As I said in the comments to a friend's Facebook status earlier today, it's right in that lovely gray area between city and suburb, close enough to downtown to be convenient but far enough away to be pleasant. Walk north twenty steps and there's a beautiful park; east a few blocks is I-5; south a few blocks is a freaking lake. It's a great location. And the place itself is really nice to live in. I'm not quite done futzing with it--Craigslist Free Stuff and Freecycle have been slowly furnishing us, and there are still a few things we need--but it definitely feels like home.
It won't always be home. I'm hoping to start grad school and find a new home in a year, probably nowhere near here. That's cool. I'm enjoying this bouncing-around-the-country plan my life seems to have for me, and I'll be happy wherever I end up doing my graduate work. But for now, I'm good where I am.
I've written on this blog about the idea of "home," and how odd I find it that many of my adult friends refer to visiting their parents as "going home." I get that it's different for me because I've moved a lot, and neither of my parents live in any of my childhood homes. (Mom moved to Chicago years after I'd moved out, and I discovered last week that Jeffrey just bought a house in a city I've never even heard of.) But even if I'd lived in the same house until I went to Clark, I think "home" would still be a very mutable concept for me. Home is where I live.
I've lived in a lot of places. I was born in Davis, California. I think I lived in five places there. (Let's see... the house I was born in, the Regis house, the Loyola house, the apartment just before we moved, a six-month interlude in Carmichael somewhere in there... is that all of them? Mom?) I moved to Kansas City at thirteen, back to California to live with my grandparents at seventeen, a Clark dorm room at eighteen, a house in downtown Worcester the summer I turned nineteen, the @Cave with Mike that fall, and now Seattle.
If I got the Davis count right, that puts me in my eleventh home right now. I think this one is my favorite. As I said in the comments to a friend's Facebook status earlier today, it's right in that lovely gray area between city and suburb, close enough to downtown to be convenient but far enough away to be pleasant. Walk north twenty steps and there's a beautiful park; east a few blocks is I-5; south a few blocks is a freaking lake. It's a great location. And the place itself is really nice to live in. I'm not quite done futzing with it--Craigslist Free Stuff and Freecycle have been slowly furnishing us, and there are still a few things we need--but it definitely feels like home.
It won't always be home. I'm hoping to start grad school and find a new home in a year, probably nowhere near here. That's cool. I'm enjoying this bouncing-around-the-country plan my life seems to have for me, and I'll be happy wherever I end up doing my graduate work. But for now, I'm good where I am.
