On Being Perpetually Transient
Posted by Olivia | Posted in Thoughts | Posted on 30-07-2008
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I’ve had a decent number of people ask me what it’s like to go back and forth between my parents’ houses, and whether I like that arrangement or not. But it’s one of those things that are hard to form an opinion on, because I’ve never done anything but that. I’ve had two houses since before I had a clear concept of what a house was. I’ve lived partly out of backpacks since I acquired stuff to put in them, I’ve had a split schedule to contend with for every sport, class, party, job and hang-out invitation. What’s it like to go back and forth? It’s like breathing, you just do it, you don’t think about it, you don’t remember when it became a part of you.
It strikes me, as I pack for college, that the experience of moving out of the house and going to live far away is probably pure upheaval for a lot of people. It’s partly that for me (I have, at least, lived in the same state for my whole life, with my same parents, so that’ll be a difference), but partly not; this will be the first time that I will actually live in one place for more than a week. It also occurs to me that all that transient-ness has probably left me better prepared than a lot of people with more typically-static lives—I’ve very good at packing up my stuff and going someplace else. But I’m also definitely looking forward to having a slightly less transitory existence, at least for a while. Maybe then I’ll actually be able to form an opinion on the back-and-forth thing.





