Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Duration

It occurred to me the other day that I have lived longer in this apartment in Stuttgart than I did in the house where I grew up in Toronto. I found this quite shocking, because my childhood years in that house feel much longer than the time I have spent here, and also to compare the way I live with the comfortable, welcoming, sheltering home my parents managed to create in the same amount of time. Ah well.

Warming up slightly, sunny and 18°C today.

That is all.

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8 Comments:

Blogger Zhoen said...

Each childhood year was a much larger proportion of your life, though.

We have snow in our weekend forecast, I'm so excited.

October 9, 2008 at 12:54:00 AM GMT+2  
Blogger Dale said...

Ah, but you're confusing cause and effect, somewhat. Children growing up in a place make it a home, in a way that adults never really can.

October 9, 2008 at 2:28:00 AM GMT+2  
Blogger Pacian said...

Take down all your curtains and put them up back-to-front. It will make it seem like a brand new place!

October 9, 2008 at 8:35:00 PM GMT+2  
Blogger Shari said...

We've been living in our house for 12 years. Although I enjoy living here, I don't feel totally that it's "home" the same way I feel about where I grew up the last 12 years of my childhood.

But my KIDS (age 21 and 18) see this house ABSOLUTELY as home!

So I see part of the contrast you observe as that phenomenon. Your childhood home is connected to that sense of security that your parents gave you (if you had a good childhood, which I think you did from reading your blog). While your adult residence won't necessarily give this to you.

That all said, I've found that the more I invest in decorating, pictures, nice touches like deskside lamps, and beautiful plants, the more my house feels like "home" and a real refuge.

Shabbat Shalom

October 10, 2008 at 8:38:00 PM GMT+2  
Blogger CarpeDM said...

I find this interesting because I LOVE my apartment, love being here and think of it as home. But my childhood home doesn't feel that much like home either. I think I sometimes felt like I didn't belong there.

Sometimes I feel at home at completely different places. I felt at home in Portugal. I feel at home at Beth's house.

It's about 50 here? Nice and crisp.

October 11, 2008 at 1:25:00 AM GMT+2  
Blogger Evelyn said...

My childhood home was a place to escape FROM, certainly not a place of good memories.

I do understand your sentiment about not having made your current address into a "HOME". I've lived here for 8 years now, and I've just recently started adding the "little touches" that make a house a home. I'm not there yet. My recommendation: start small! Add a touch to your home that will make you feel like someone cares for you. (If we don't care for ourselves, then who are we waiting for???)

October 12, 2008 at 5:31:00 AM GMT+2  
Blogger JoeinVegas said...

Maybe it's time for a kitten?

October 13, 2008 at 6:42:00 PM GMT+2  
Blogger Udge said...

Or a rent-a-child agency?

October 22, 2008 at 9:57:00 AM GMT+2  

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