When I was a kid, I had a neighbor that had a bucket of Legos. I would sometimes shamelessly invite myself over to play. I consistently tried to make houses. I didn't think much of it, just a preference I thought.
About a decade ago, after being exhausted with reading comments of people fighting online, I went on Pinterest and began looking at houses. It seemed like a no-brainer at the time. Nobody really argues about houses. You love it, you hate it, people just move on. There's no back and forth arguments, no trying to win you over. Or just trying to win in general. They're just houses. Apartments. Townhouses. Villas. Interesting to look at. And calming in a way.
And I wonder now if this was just a general attraction to these structures, because so many other people like looking at them too, or if it taps into a repressed need - a desire for space.
When I think about it, yes, I admired the design of the fancy houses, and their lightings and their layouts. But I also had a fascination for the narrow townhouses, small apartments. Spaces that could fit one. It's as if my selections were answering the question, how would I live in this space if it were mine?
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