Home Sweet Home

When I have a living situation set up to suit me, all of my books are lined up on my old Ikea bookshelves.  There is an entire section dedicated to domestic architecture.  Sears kit homes from the 1940’s.  Victorian mansions.  I use these books as reference when I want to write about a space that feels real.  But that’s just the after-the-fact excuse.  I love domestic architecture.  I think about becoming a Realtor sometimes just so I’d have the excuse to investigate houses.  Something about the funny little details that I can’t get enough of.  The placement of a closet, the arrangement of a kitchen…  Never ending opportunities to wonder what these people were thinking.

So you’d think house hunting would be my idea of a good time, right?  Yeah.  Me too.  That was until I spent the better part of the last three months obsessing about housing.  What’s my credit rating, how much can I afford, how much do I want to put down, can I get everything into 1000 square feet considering that I’ve got a storage pod, and then this thing that happens when I get into a house, which renders every other practical consideration obsolete…  Does this feel like space I could write in?

And, in re-reading that, I’ve realized I’m a whiny bitch with first world problems and I should be damn grateful that I even have the opportunity in the first place…  I’m going to go be ashamed of myself and my myopically privileged perspective now.

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Home Sweet Home

4 thoughts on “Home Sweet Home

  1. I don’t think house hunting is fun for anyone, except maybe billionaires but they probably pay people to do it for them anyway. And don’t spend too much time feeling ashamed of your ‘privileged perspective’, those sound like totally valid problems to me (speaking as a third world citizen, so I would know 😉 ).

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  2. I appreciate you catching sight of privilege. It helps you focus in the present moment, yes? At the same time, pain is pain and each of us gets to acknowledge our own. Nice post–

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  3. Robyn – I don’t think I’d want a billionaire’s house, even if not thinking about the financial aspects would be nice. Yes, we all need a roof over our heads, no matter what country we come from. On the other hand, I’m still super lucky to be in a position to complain about the details.

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  4. Cashorali – Comparing miseries isn’t much of an occupation. Further, as far as miseries go, this is a pretty enviable set of miseries to complain about. 🙂

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