Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Home for Many


Living in the same home all my life has been an experience I will never forget. As my friends around me changed places and lives, I remained constant. I have lived at 675 Towne Center Dr, Joppa, Maryland since June 2, 1990 until the day I left for college. It is easier to think of my house not as a pile of bricks, or as a structure that gives us shelter, but as a home that defines my family. The people that have ventured to our house have shaped both our family and home into what they are today. These people have helped me realize what the important things in life are, like family and love, and given me stability in my own house.

My family loves to entertain. It could be Tuesday night in the dead of winter, but if my parents deem it acceptable, a party will be thrown. For this reason, I have met people that I thought I would never know. People are constantly moving in and out of my house, whether I know them or not. To make matters worse, my house is a bi-level so there is no escape from the crowd of partiers. No matter where I go, upstairs or down, people are bound to be around. My family has entertained people from all walks of life: friends, acquaintances, and random people we met that day. But no matter who or where the person comes from, each person that has entered my house has left something of themselves with my family has helped us grow as a unit. Each person brings their own unique personality and lifestyle that has contributed to our family. It’s as if a piece of every person is left behind in our house and each little piece from each person, brings the puzzle of my house to life.

My house has transformed itself from when I was younger to the house it is today. My family, being as dramatic as we are, has changed as well. With the introduction of big screen televisions, pool tables, ping pong tables, and couches my house has turned into the essential party house. When our house started it was an old, rickety dump, now it is the center for town fun. We live in a small town of about 300 people at most, ranging from all ages. My family happens to be highly involved in the community, which, in turn, makes people know us. We are recognized by people around town, sometimes by those we have never even met. My parents tend to be very polite and friendly and have never been known to turn anyone away from our house. We once had six people living in a house built for four. It was my sister and I, my two parents, and two of my mother’s friends who decided they needed to get away from their significant. One showed up on Tuesday morning with all her suitcases at the front door. Without hesitation, my mom called to me and I helped her moved in. Two days later, another showed up in tears on the front stoop. Once again, without even saying a word, my mom consoled her as I lugged her suitcase downstairs. And these aren’t distinct instances, it happens all the time, but it isn’t awkward. It’s as though in these instances the person is automatically assimilated into our family. They eat dinner with us, attend sporting events and just assimilate into our lifestyle. They become an Ivusich and they bring their past to our future. They bring their values and customs from their family to ours and add their piece of the puzzle to the overall picture.

As my parents have aged, so has my house along with them. It has become less of a hot spot for others and more of a comfort zone for my family. I have one of the smallest families of anyone I know. We consist of six people: my mother, father, sister, grandmother, great uncle, and me. Because of our size, we are very close-knit. The size of my family has helped shape our house. Our house is not the biggest, nor is it the most lavish. The size of our house has in turn helped mold our family. The fact that both are small means that there is no escape. I am always surrounded by my family because there is so few of them in such close quarters. The fact that we spend so much time with each other makes us closer. Some people would see our size as a downfall considering we are so small, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The dynamic of a small family is full of life and our house has given us that love and stability under our own roof.

The transformations of my house and my family have correlated to one another equally. As my family threw party after party and entertained more and more people, my parents learned that it was less about making others happy than about having stability in their own family. We have become more comfortable with each other, and ,in turn, our love for one another has grown immensely. This new found stability and comfort has helped me become a better part of my family. I’ve grown closer to my family and learned how influential they are in making me the person that I am today. The journeys of our house and of our family are very similar. In the beginning, both were young and naive and now both are older and wiser than before, thanks to the paths each has traveled and the people they traveled with.

4 comments:

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Anonymous said...

I love your style of writing Deeds. I could pick your Maryland savy style out of anyone elses pieces. You write your work exactly how you would tell me in person. This piece was my favorite out of all of them because i can tell you love your family and felt comfortable in telling theirs flaws and how over the years they have developed better family values.

-mosertj

Samantha Grahn said...

Very well written!! I truly enjoyed the piece and it was interesting to hear a different perspective of someone who has live in the same place. Also the you can tell you are very close to your family and your family is very important. Overall, a very wonderful passionate and detailed piece.

shaffoj said...

I thought that you wrote this piece with a lot of passion. It is easy to tell how close you and your family are. It is nice to see that there is a lot of love in your family. Great job!