when we were young
Going back to Mark’s mom’s house in Olympia, Washington is just about the closest thing to going back home as we can get. Certainly for Mark, as he lived at that house during his high school years, but in some small way for me as well. When we drive to my parents’ house on the weekends, it’s not to the house or neighborhood I grew up in. There are no childhood relics or memories there, so I suppose in one sense going back to this house with the red door, a place that I have also lived in briefly on 2 separate occasions, is the oldest “home” to go back to.
Oh Olympia, you are a sleepy little town, but you have an impressive Farmer’s Market, a nice waterfront, and our favorite coffee roasters. It’s funny how huge the scene felt back then in the early 90s – the birthplace of Riot Grrrls, the indie record labels, the music and the aftermath of Nirvana. I guess you could say that about many of the indie college towns back then. Of course we didn’t really know it at the time, but is stuff like this still happening in college towns? Or am I that out of touch and talking like an old person?
Ahhh nostalgia for college days, small town bands…and REM call it a day
I love going home. Granted my parents don’t live anywhere glamorous…they are in the suburbs and it is pretty boring sometimes. But I love the feeling of going home, the smell of baking coming from my mom’s kitchen, the family dog running to the door…its lovely.
I’m going home to my parents’ place in Philadelphia this weekend. I love that house, it’s where I grew up. Sadly they’re in the process of selling it. It’s like losing a part of yourself…
I’m not sure, maybe cuz I’m getting old too, but now I have that Killers song stuck in my head thanks to your blog title ^_~
my parents are considering moving out of my childhood home (the only house i ever lived in) and it sort of scares me. my town is tiny but i can’t imagine going “home” and home not being where i remember it. makes me nostalgic just to think of it, and the move hasn’t even happened yet!
the market looks lovely. it’s been so long since i had rhubarb!
I go to Olympia every winter to visit my parents but it’s not where i grew up, so I didn’t have a clue what to do while i was there on previous occasions. I’ll definitely be checking out the farmer’s market next time around
hi jenna,
i just wanted to say thank you! i love your blog — your stories, pictures, your perspective on life, your choices.
hwa-ee-ting,
hannah
p.s. i would still read if you had ads! i don’t think you’d be selling out.
I am transfixed by the cost of that rhubarb. Seriously, who would pay $3 for 3 pieces of rhubarb??? Love your blog, sorry for the highjack.
Your kids dress like J. Crew children models. That is awesome.
Great post. Put some ads up, it’s your blog
Hugs and wishes for a joy filled weekend.
aaaaaaaah the early nineties. and you were actually somewhere near seattle! It feels like it was the best music ever, but I think probably everyone feels like that about the music they listened to when they were 17. We’re just old!
These are lovely pictures of the Farmer’s Market in Olympia… it’s one of our favs in this area…
I was just listening to NPR the other day, where someone was talking about Nirvana and the explosion back then, and how right now the music scene is kind of dead. Nothing, according to this person talking, is happening that’s new the way Nirvana was new. The radio is back to an alternative version of the top 40 of the 80′s. That made me feel better, because I was just complaining to myself recently that I don’t love any new bands the way I love the bands from back then.
Love farmer’s markets everywhere! Your pictures are awesome!