My house was built in 1928, Gentle Reader, in the Craftsman style. It’s a gorgeous little house, with a finished basement and room to expand in the fully-decked attic, should we ever choose. But one thing it does not have is an open concept.
I don’t quite understand the love of the open concept house, ranging from open concept kitchen/dining/living areas to open concept everything, including open bedrooms. It’s a little bit like finding out how the sausage is made; you want some privacy in your areas of living. What if you need to close off a room because that’s where you put the dogs?? I don’t understand.
But it has me thinking about other issues of open concept, namely, this blog. I am using my real name, and it’s not hard to Google me and find out who I am. I began this blog to promote my writing, but as the years continue and my books remain unsold, I don’t know exactly who or what I’m writing for. I guess I don’t understand living “open concept” without a purpose.
Except I’ve met so many of you lovely people through this, and it’s comforting to me to connect on a daily basis with friends and colleagues. To discuss important issues to me–my grieving, my writing, my work–and to you.
We’re all of us living open concept, I suppose.