Last week was the Puget Sound’s final week of 80-degree weather this year, and it also marked the end of my time staying in the log cabin on my mom’s property. Not that we won’t be back to Sacred Groves, but we won’t be staying in the cabin when we visit.
As I was sweeping the first of the yellowed leaves from the cabin’s porch, I was trying to line up all the ways that the homes I’ve created for myself in my adult life have been both a reflection of this space, and a reaction against it.
It was an interesting exercise, actually. In many ways, our adult lives are just a hodgepodge of reflections of and reactions to our childhoods, and it felt pretty telling to look at the ways that I’ve framed my own home-spaces as a rebellion against my childhood home, or an attempt to recreate the parts I loved.
Reflection: cozy & small
Growing up in a small home, I seem to always feel most comfortable in smaller, cozier spaces. Not that I don’t eventually want my son to sleep in a bedroom instead of a closet, but I just don’t see needing an enormous amount of square footage. Even when I walk past the gorgeous million dollar homes in our neighborhood, I think to myself, “Ooh, wouldn’t it be awesome if we could live downstairs, and then our geighbor Brett could live upstairs?” Economical and compact works for me. It always has.
Reaction: urban neighborhood
This is maybe the most obvious reaction against my childhood home: I now live in a dense and busy urban neighborhood. Maybe the quiet solace of the woods just weren’t a good fit for my personality, or maybe I’m still trying to fill my ears up with sound from all those whispery years in the forest. Whatever the reason, I’ve spent most of my adult life in the OPPOSITE environment from the one I grew up in.
Reflection: PUGET SOUND FOREVAR!!1!
As the crow flies, I live about 10 miles from the Island clinic where I was born. Granted, I’ve spent time trying on life in Boston, San Francisco, New York, and Los Angeles … but I’m a hometown girl at heart, and nothing fits my cultural and climate needs like the gentle grim grey of the Pacific Northwest.
Reaction: Modern living
I grew up without a dryer, dishwasher, or microwave. Everything was rustic and rough-hewn. Now I live in a freshly-remodeled condo with a robot that cleans the shiny veneered flooring. We have a dryer, dishwasher, and a microwave — plus halogen track lighting and 4 computers. I grew up with “back to land” parents, and have become a thoroughly modern, tech-obsessed home-owner.
My list kept going (reaction: close neighborfriends, reflection: lots of bookshelves, etc etc), but I’d love to hear about y’all’s reactions & reflections. In what ways is your home now a reaction to how you grew up, and in what ways is it merely a reflection?