Hey all
i recently read this book.
maybe it's because home ownership is such a defining thing in Singapore..or coz that was mother's end point in her pursuit ie her own home filled with her kids and grandkids...
but there is also this:
the book title hit me right there..in some hitherto undefined spot. of course, my life would be perfect...if a thousand flustered feathers would settle down; but this particular quill of THE HOUSE is huge. something so visceral - and the book is such fun to read too. so atypical of today's memoirs really.
there is definitely a neural pathway linked to some deeper recess that kicks in: i want to repaint, remodel, fix, even, move...the nest just needs constant improvement. no doubt some projection going on..Plus, everywhere i travel from Africa to India to Australia, a major preoccupation is to answer THE Q: how will i LIVE here ie. what kind of house and fittings and furnishings and where to get them...whether out of an anticipated mission or a dread that i will somehow be abandoned and just have to live there from that day on...
not to mention, this happened when i was 15: Cat and I took out our savings, bought a bunk bed, 2 cans of paint and mother returned to a whole new bedroom in Clementi.
what to make of all this?
i recently read this book.
maybe it's because home ownership is such a defining thing in Singapore..or coz that was mother's end point in her pursuit ie her own home filled with her kids and grandkids...
but there is also this:
the book title hit me right there..in some hitherto undefined spot. of course, my life would be perfect...if a thousand flustered feathers would settle down; but this particular quill of THE HOUSE is huge. something so visceral - and the book is such fun to read too. so atypical of today's memoirs really.
there is definitely a neural pathway linked to some deeper recess that kicks in: i want to repaint, remodel, fix, even, move...the nest just needs constant improvement. no doubt some projection going on..Plus, everywhere i travel from Africa to India to Australia, a major preoccupation is to answer THE Q: how will i LIVE here ie. what kind of house and fittings and furnishings and where to get them...whether out of an anticipated mission or a dread that i will somehow be abandoned and just have to live there from that day on...
not to mention, this happened when i was 15: Cat and I took out our savings, bought a bunk bed, 2 cans of paint and mother returned to a whole new bedroom in Clementi.
what to make of all this?
