“My home is where the heart is… sweet to surrender… to you only…
Laura’s Blog Entry
… I send my love to you.”
Ah, Erasure said it best in “Blue Savannah.”
As the lovely Andrew of Liverpool moves house today, I was thinking about the many homes I have had over the years. In Cincinnati alone I have lived in 6 different apartments or houses in different parts of town. I wish I had photos from all of them.
My first home was a little house divided into two apartments. It was a small cottage very near to where I live now. But that was only home for a few months. My housemate and I then moved downtown to a cool loft. No photos of it either. I was too busy with my nightlife at the time to take pictures, I guess. The loft had been an art gallery at one time, so it was very minimalistic in décor. I had a cool bedroom that had an amazing view of what used to be the Central Trust Tower. And multiple huge closets. Plus we could look out the front and see across the river and into Kentucky. It was killer during the fireworks. And it was close to my precious nightlife at The Metro and NRG. Anyone else frequent those little gems of 80’s dance goodness? No wonder I was skinny back then. All that dancing.
I had met Neil at that point and was spending tons of time at his apartment in Mt. Adams. He went to the nearby then-museum-affiliated art school. This is a cool area just to the north of downtown. It sits on a huge hill and overlooks the river. From what I hear it was a home to artists and hippies in the 60’s and 70’s. But by the late 80’s it was taken over by yuppie renovators. It is as cute as ever, and has a mix of architecture. Hey, Vidal Sassoon has a home there, I hear.
Neil lived the life of a starving artist there in Mt. Adams with a woodburning fireplace and a swimming pool in his complex. Here’s a photo of Neil by the pool.
Echo and the Bunnymen, anyone? In Mt. Adams everything is jammed very close together, so next door to Neil’s building was a church. It was odd on Sundays to sit by the pool and hear the choir start to sing. A bit disconcerting. Not to mention guilt inducing. But we made it through those tough times!
After living downtown, I had a little, tiny apartment all by myself near Eden Park. I loved that little place. And it was all mine. The only photo I could find is of me in the parking lot, on the way to go see Depeche Mode at Riverbend for the World Violation Tour. Now those were good times! And nice jean shorts!
When Neil and I got married, we got the wonderful old apartment I talked about on the last podcast. This I did take the time to photograph.
This was the entrance alcove to our apartment.
View of our deck from the backyard – we were the first one up.
After that wonderful place we moved to a smaller, boring box for a short time when I was in career upheaval. We scrimped a bit living there and then were able to buy our current home in 1994.
OK, that’s not our home; it’s the Frank Lloyd Wright masterpiece, Fallingwater. I love a little architectural humor, don’t you? Note Neil down in the bottom right corner.
Anyway, the point is we haven’t moved since! Our roots go deep here, but who knows what life will bring. We try not to hold on to any “thing” in a desperate, fearful kind of way. Every day I just try to appreciate what we have. And on that somewhat sappy note, cue the violins… or Erasure if you prefer.