As posted by yours truly at RevGalBlogPals:
I’ve got home on my mind: what it feels like, how we make it, what we carry from the past and how we separate other people’s leftovers from objects that really reflect our identity. My family has had one home for the past 13 years, the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere. As the time when all the children are gone comes closer, I wonder where my next home will be?
So here are five questions about home.
1) Where was your first home?
316 North Street in Portsmouth, Virginia, in the neighborhood some of us lovingly call Jane Austen’s Village, the last place there were a collection of sweet elderly people living on their so many pounds a year. Really, it feels like a place in a time warp, looking back.
2) Do you ever dream about places you used to live?
Over the years I’ve often dreamed about that house and the sidewalks of the neighborhood and the way to my friend Ruby’s house. I also dreamed for many years about the last house where my brother and I lived at home, in a suburb of Williamsburg, Virginia, and about our other Portsmouth house, where my parents lived until they died. All sorts of scenarios have played out in the dreams of our parents’ final home, including multiple dreams of sorting through things and packing them up.
3) If you could bring back one person from your past to sit at your dinner table, who would you choose?
I asked this question and now I’m wondering why I said one person. Hmmm. I guess my dad. He died almost 14 years ago, and I would love to have him sit down for a meal with my children and hear about their lives and tell them some of his stories in his absolutely inimitable drawl. (Not that I haven’t tried to imitate it.)
4) What’s your favorite room in your current living space?
I love my reclaimed sun room. I like to sit in it on my antique couch, and I love the way it lets light into the other downstairs rooms. I’m grateful to mbb, hm and kzj, who helped make it functional again almost a year ago.
5) Is there an object or an item where you live now that represents home? If not, can you think of one from your childhood?
There is a painting in my living room that my father was proud to own, because it was his first significant art purchase. He wasn’t an expert, and he mostly bought prints, but in the early part of his marriage, my dad acquired a landscape of the coast in Cornwall. It hung over various fireplaces in our different homes. I always loved it when I was little. It looked like a place I wanted to visit. It still does. And it evokes a family trip to England in 1976. It might be valuable; I almost don’t want to know. It means more than that to me.