My mom was a city girl who grew up in a big house in Berkeley, CA. Her childhood was surrounded by the Civil Rights movement and Beatlemania. I loved hearing stories about my grandfather's auto shop in Oakland and how he fixed up cars for the Black Panthers and built hot rods from scratch.
My dad came from a small rural town where there was one street light between miles and miles of farmland. I loved visiting his home and grew up dreaming of one day owning a small home in some rural part of the world where walks in thick grass and sunsets unobscured by buildings were an every day thing.
Then there's me: a product of suburbia and Target.
I don't think anyone plans on ending up in suburbia, but I do believe it takes a special kind of grit to live in either the city or the country. Grit and personality. Extreme environments create a wonderful breeding ground for diverse thinking and thoughtful living.
I've been thinking a lot about where I want to end up. The city girl in me hates bugs, darkness, and planning ahead, but I love to think about living in utter quiet one day.
Maybe it's a generational thing. My generation is obsessed with rustic. We love things pretty and charming but not perfect. We've gone back to our pioneer roots of ball jars, floral aprons, and eating fruit in season. Farmhouse restaurants with big, wooden tables filled with hipster diners reign in even the biggest metropolitan areas.
It's an agrarian movement I fully support, although the face and purpose of it is quite different than what our parents knew. But maybe it's coming back for a reason- simplicity is needed once again.
I'll be honest, I'm not sure why I wrote this post, but I have this need to talk about my parents. They had such diverse, interesting backgrounds and I didn't appreciate that until now. I'm part city girl and part country and it wasn't until now I realized this duality came from them.