Two Places at Once: How I Defy Physics, Conventional Wisdom and Live to Wax Poetic
People are always saying (and by people I mean that disembodied “conventional wisdom”) that you can’t be in two places at once. How is it, then, that I am so firmly divided between two homes and two lives? Part of me is here in Chicago, in the home of my present, surrounded by books and work and the pleasure of a busy life. Another part remains in the home of my childhood, where the grass grows tall with the slightest rain and the air is rich with dirt and leaves and flowers. A summer of shuttling between South Carolina and Chicago (for weddings, the happiest of reunions, and more weddings) has left me disoriented and experiencing a bit of culture shock, but happily so. What a lucky life, to spend it loving such different and divided places.
This is one of my favorite outfits from when I was in South Carolina. I really like how the graphic print of the top is somewhat unexpected against the sweetness of the rosy skirt, and how the colors of the outfit echo the flowers that populate my parents’ garden and random fields. Even though I’m ridiculously sweaty and covered in scratches from briars and branches, these are also some of my favorite photos (I know, there are a lot). I took a sort of tour through some of the places I love around my parents’ house- the railroad tracks, the ramshackle farms, the long stretch of highway at the bottom of a hill. The landscape is so different from Chicago that, even though I grew up seeing it every day, it seems new and remarkable when I go back.
That may be the best thing about being in two places at once- each places makes the other seem new and rich, even as it feels like home. Anyone else happy to love more than once place? Do you live in a place that’s different from where you grew up?