Today’s daily prompt title is free association. They give three words and ask for the first word that comes to your mind for each. This was always a fun game in grade school. You could learn a lot about a person by the associations they make instinctively without time to figure out what someone else thinks the right answer should be. Here we go.
When I think of home I immediately think of my children. Nothing makes me happier than coming home and immediately being greeted by my two screaming little monsters. The place isn’t even important. “Home” for me is not a place, it’s a feeling. You can live in the same city, on the same street and in the same house for decades and never quite feel “home”, but then suddenly you enter a place for the first time, maybe a new apartment or a new house or a box car on a subway, and you just feel at home. There’s no rationale behind it, it just is. This is also one of the things I love about architecture – the opportunity to not just design and build a house for someone, but to create a home – that one place that my client will feel truly content and at peace.
I live in Arkansas now. They call it The Natural State, and after only a few months here, I know why. It’s beautiful. There are mountains and parks and lakes and rivers and streams and springs and campgrounds and horseback riding and fishing and hunting…..it’s amazing. I love it. So, when I think of soil I think of hiking and camping and all those other things. I think of being in and surrounded by nature, of digging my fingers into the cool dirt near a river or climbing mountain trails with my kids.
I mean, really, is there any other word that comes to mind when you think of rain? Being a kid, running outside in a rain storm, your mother yelling at you about catching pneumonia, splashing in puddles and running around until you are completely soaked. It reminds me of being young and carefree, of having the entire world in front of me, endless possibilities for my future.