Do you think the places we inhabit in our everyday lives inform and shape who we are? How quickly do you think this happens?
We’ve been in our new home for a little over three weeks now, although technically I’m still a resident of my old home too. I feel different here. Not like a whole new person, but the same one slightly shifted. Maybe it’s the difference in weather or atmosphere. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m still uncertain as far as knowing my way around goes. But before I moved, I never let not knowing directions or the roads stop me.
To be quite honest, I haven’t let that stop me here either. As I told my neighbor the other day, my world at the moment is pretty small… but it’s getting bigger. I’m a writer, I work from home. I gather inspiration from everything around me. I live on the edge of a regional park where people come and go at all hours of the day and night. Getting used to new noises and smells and sounds is all part of the experience of moving. The birds here are different. By and large, people are friendlier. It’s a west coast thing.
I look on this all as being at the center of a series of concentric circles. Each time I broaden my world, the circles widen to accommodate that. There are a number of traps I could easily fall into here, but I refuse to do it. Right now my focus is on taking someone else’s home and making it ours and that is no small chore. The previous owners lived here for thirty years. I never got the chance to meet them, but the neighbors all seem to be quite fond of them.
It’s only been three weeks. Life is not a contest, except with ourselves. Every location is its own lifestyle, and the longer we stay there the more we adapt. We can’t help but be changed by the immediate world around us.
I wonder, though, if my cats feel the same way.