#52essays17 No. 4
I'm back! I'm catching up! Only three more until I'm on top of it, again? (We're in Week 7 of the year, according to my planner. What? Look how much faster we're getting older these days.)
This essay has been on my mind for several weeks now. It's called Household, and it's about absorbing my childhood home into my adult apartment, and the stories and emotions all that stirs up.When Dad first told me how soon he intended to leave the house and divide it up, I began to have dreams about a particular bowl, built deep and wrapped with pastel rings. My heart clenched to think of someone else taking it. I ached to raise dough in it, to reconnect with that process, that feeling. When the boxes arrived from UPS, I found that the three large bowls I’d set aside were stacked inside each other. The top two had shattered, but the last, the bottom one, had survived.
My insides twisted, but I let myself grieve, and then I said, Okay, this one’s going to be mine, then.
Read on for more. Not so disciplined as to be a photo essay, but it includes a lot of pictures. I'd very much love to hear what you think. ♥
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, where it has
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This essay has been on my mind for several weeks now. It's called Household, and it's about absorbing my childhood home into my adult apartment, and the stories and emotions all that stirs up.When Dad first told me how soon he intended to leave the house and divide it up, I began to have dreams about a particular bowl, built deep and wrapped with pastel rings. My heart clenched to think of someone else taking it. I ached to raise dough in it, to reconnect with that process, that feeling. When the boxes arrived from UPS, I found that the three large bowls I’d set aside were stacked inside each other. The top two had shattered, but the last, the bottom one, had survived.
My insides twisted, but I let myself grieve, and then I said, Okay, this one’s going to be mine, then.
Read on for more. Not so disciplined as to be a photo essay, but it includes a lot of pictures. I'd very much love to hear what you think. ♥
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, where it has
comments. I would love to hear from you at DW! If you can see this post, you can comment here using OpenID. Thanks!