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22 December 2002 (Sunday): i could never live there

I spent the evening in a jaw-droppingly gorgeous house, perched atop a hill that overlooks the glittering valley to the east. Doctors, professors and company founders milled about the atrium, nibbling on sushi and crab-stuffed cherry tomatoes, as the hosts explained that yes, their custom-built home had been featured recently in the architect's public exhibit. Their eldest daughter, who invited me, is a surgery resident as well as an avid dancer, pianist and violinist, and her Chinese watercolor paintings adorn the hallway leading to the wine cellar.

This is, I feel certain, the life that my parents might have wished for me. Not the life I've chosen.

I'm being a tad facetious. My mother and father never put image or prestige above genuine fulfillment, and for that I'm grateful. But I think they always hoped I would find my passion somewhere among the elite professions, that I would keep company with powerful and accomplished people, and have enough money to embark on any whim I fancied. The hosts tonight were a fine example of that -- they weren't building some fragile facade of success, but rather had arrived quite naturally to this place of affluence by dedicating themselves to what they loved. Maybe that's what all parents hope for their children, on some level.

I walked through room after room with the other guests, listening and laughing, marveling at the spiral staircase, the marble floors, the angular stainless-steel splendor of the kitchen. The entire place was a thing of beauty. But later, driving back down in the darkness to the main road, I thought: I could never live there.

posted by enjelani @ 01:46 AM PST

Replies: 2 comments

Had similar thoughts about affluent friends' homes... No matter how warmly decorated, there is something "unhomely" about overly clean, overly decorated, overly planned spaces. Even the disarray found in such a place seems planned.

posted by moonpuddle @ 22 12 2002 01:15 PM PST

*pulls head out of blog-funk-ass*

Ahem. There we go.

Anyhew, I think it's great how two people can look at the same thing, whether it be a piece of furniture, sculpture, or a piece of filet mignon and come to two completely different conclusions.

It's the differences that make us all interesting, not the similarities. (he says in a regurgatative fashion as he's heard that somewhere before).

Moonie seems to have a really organic feel to what she likes. Some people may like really ornate things. I like clean lines. I love really airy/open floor plans and clean lines with little clutter. But not "contemporary" for the most part. To me contemporary too often echoes a hospital emergency ward. Stainless steel everywhere, disinfected surfaces abound, and all the warmth of an ice cube shoved down that oh-so-inviting crease in the back of your pants created when you sit down on the bench, by that annoying little shit in the 6th grade.

Whew. Thanks for letting me vent. I've been holding that inside for almost 15 years :P haha

posted by syndromes @ 28 12 2002 05:56 PM PST