Lunaea is seeking housing. She said to me, "I need to find a place that fits my lifestyle."
And then she said, "and then I need to find a lifestyle."
I said, "What sort of lifestyle appeals to you?"
She said, "I don't know. Maybe I should just find a house first and then adopt the lifestyle it dictates."
Which got me to thinking.
What is my lifestyle? I mean, other than just being derisive and envious of other people's lifestyles. Which, come to think of it, is a lifestyle in of itself. Yes, a contrarian lifestyle.
Are you wondering if you, too, might be a Contrarian? Then answer this simple question:
Do most people prefer to be with a person who is a) snarky b) a wiseass c) covetous, or d) gracious?
Oh, so sorry. That's wrong. The correct answer is: what the fuck do I care what other people think?
The architectural style of my house is Early 1970's Charm-free Split Level. Does that describe me? Well, kinda.
Early 1970's. I was born in the 50's, but the early 70's definitely shaped who I am today. Why, just this morning I didn't shave my pits. That makes, oh, eighty thousand mornings in a row.
Charm-free? Check.
Split-level. Now, that's an interesting one. I don't have multiple personalities or anything - fuck, I barely have one personality - but I guess I could be described as split -level. I mean, my boobs cantilever over my stomach. Almost. With a good brassiere. Standing on my head. Forty years ago.
Yup. Our house dictates who we are. Think about it. Are you a Craftsman? A detached single? Do you see yourself as a Classic but people call you an A-frame behind your back? Are you flat? Roundhouse?
Next week, Lunaea is going to check out a sweet little Victorian house in North East. I hope she brings her calling card and fainting couch.
I love your blog and the details about Lunaea bring the calling card and fainting couch.
I love looking at houses and thinking about houses. To me, there is nothing better to do when walking than to attempt to peer through people's windows at night and try to decide whether I like the person or not based on the house.
It fascinates me the way I walk in someone's house and think everything in the house reflects my friend's personality and taste. Meanwhile, almost everything in MY house was given to me by someone now dead or is some cheap piece of garbage I bought with the intention of replacing it WHEN I HAD MONEY.
As if.
Posted by: Claudia | 03/16/2011 at 08:39 PM
One of my favorite memories of my mom is visiting her in Holland (during my college years)and our train ride through Belgium ... She (ok,us!) were peeking into as many windows possible as the train whizzed by the homes.
Posted by: michelle | 03/16/2011 at 08:59 PM
Claudia, you wold love walking in my neighborhood because I have no window coverings in my living room which can be seen easily from the street. I love to look in windows as well. My house is perfect for me-a 1927 Spanish Bungalow with high ceilings, hardwood floors and a breakfast room and separate laundry room. 3 bdrms 1 3/4 baths. All rooms are a different color. My house is ME!.
Thanks Ann for another great read.
Posted by: Madge | 03/16/2011 at 10:04 PM
Hmmm, I like this now, but I might not like it later.
Posted by: Irene Dawn Davenport | 03/16/2011 at 10:29 PM
Our house is a mixture of different styles--nothing consistent. Yeah, you're right.
Posted by: Claire | 03/17/2011 at 08:16 AM
I actually do have a fainting couch. Do Moo cards count as calling cards? Miss Manners would probably object, because they actually have info on them, as opposed to just my name. I may get some useless name-only cards just to befuddle people. Now, there's a lifestyle quirk!
Posted by: Lunaea | 03/17/2011 at 12:38 PM
Love this post.
Posted by: annie | 03/19/2011 at 09:36 AM
looking forward to your other blog post. Keep it up.
Posted by: Nathalie Brown | 04/01/2011 at 01:46 AM