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Census meme
Mar. 14th, 2011 04:30 pmTaken from lots of people....
1961: Not quite six months in utero, and another six of infancy, in a two-bedroom cape in Connecticut, with two parents and an older sister. Don't remember much of this stage, to be honest.
1971: Same house, same people, some changes. Dad has renovated the kitchen, and finished half the attic into a bedroom which I share with my sister. Both upgrades were inspired by a 50% increase in population, in the form of fraternal twins, age four, who now share the downstairs bedroom. I'm there, but my brain is usually elsewhere, between the pages of a book.
1981: From the dorm to my first apartment, a tiny two-bedroom on Beacon Hill in Boston. Not to put too fine a point on it, the place was a dump. But it was cheap, and my roommate and I could afford it. This was the summer I had my first fulltime job, at a kitchen store in the Back Bay. Said roommate and I lived in this place for two years, and then in two successively nicer and larger apartments for the following three years. Good times.
1991: Somerville, a studio apartment carved out of an old house. There were bay windows and really nice ceiling beams in the living room, which led through a double doorway to the bedroom. You had to pass through the bedroom to get to the kitchen and bathroom, but it was reasonably spacious, and only slightly on the shabby side. This was the first place I lived alone, but by '91 I was married, and had managed to fit in a new husband and a cat.
2001: A four-bedroom, beat-up Victorian in a suburb of Boston, shared with same husband, same cat, and two newly acquired children, ages six and three. This was the year we renovated the upstairs bathroom, as part of our ongoing plan to upgrade the house while keeping the original 15-year mortgage and paying it off.
2011: Same house, now totally ours. The cat, sadly, is no longer among us, but the rest of the population remains, although the children are much larger and have found new and interesting ways to be obstreperous. More physical transformation: three years ago, we completely gutted and renovated the first floor. The most visible changes are in the completely renovated kitchen and bathroom, but other differences are more subtle, like the gas furnace, icynene insulation, new windows and other practicalities.
It's entirely likely we'll still be here ten years hence, perhaps with an emptier nest.
1961: Not quite six months in utero, and another six of infancy, in a two-bedroom cape in Connecticut, with two parents and an older sister. Don't remember much of this stage, to be honest.
1971: Same house, same people, some changes. Dad has renovated the kitchen, and finished half the attic into a bedroom which I share with my sister. Both upgrades were inspired by a 50% increase in population, in the form of fraternal twins, age four, who now share the downstairs bedroom. I'm there, but my brain is usually elsewhere, between the pages of a book.
1981: From the dorm to my first apartment, a tiny two-bedroom on Beacon Hill in Boston. Not to put too fine a point on it, the place was a dump. But it was cheap, and my roommate and I could afford it. This was the summer I had my first fulltime job, at a kitchen store in the Back Bay. Said roommate and I lived in this place for two years, and then in two successively nicer and larger apartments for the following three years. Good times.
1991: Somerville, a studio apartment carved out of an old house. There were bay windows and really nice ceiling beams in the living room, which led through a double doorway to the bedroom. You had to pass through the bedroom to get to the kitchen and bathroom, but it was reasonably spacious, and only slightly on the shabby side. This was the first place I lived alone, but by '91 I was married, and had managed to fit in a new husband and a cat.
2001: A four-bedroom, beat-up Victorian in a suburb of Boston, shared with same husband, same cat, and two newly acquired children, ages six and three. This was the year we renovated the upstairs bathroom, as part of our ongoing plan to upgrade the house while keeping the original 15-year mortgage and paying it off.
2011: Same house, now totally ours. The cat, sadly, is no longer among us, but the rest of the population remains, although the children are much larger and have found new and interesting ways to be obstreperous. More physical transformation: three years ago, we completely gutted and renovated the first floor. The most visible changes are in the completely renovated kitchen and bathroom, but other differences are more subtle, like the gas furnace, icynene insulation, new windows and other practicalities.
It's entirely likely we'll still be here ten years hence, perhaps with an emptier nest.
