Living in my seventh house by the time I was 28, I've often wondered what it feels like for those who've stayed in the same residence for all of their remembered life. You see, to me, the memories of each area I lived in (especially growing up), each set of friends, neighbours, and experiences, is almost like having lived several alternate lives when I think back on them. To someone who's always lived in the same house, I'd imagine it's an entirely different scenario.
I wonder if their perception of time matches my own, as having stayed in one place all their life, does their childhood seem to have passed faster or slower to them, not having consisted of separate 'epochs' in the way that mine has? As I explained in another post, regardless of whether I lived somewhere for one year, four years, or seven years, when I think back, it just doesn't feel as if I resided longer in one place than I did another. Consequently, having lived in five houses before I was 14 - for what seems like equal duration - the impression that I've had five distinct childhoods is perhaps more understandable than it would at first appear.
However, if you've been in the same house all your life, you only have memories of growing up against the backdrop of one place to reflect on in later life. So - does your sense of time, uninterrupted as it was in comparison to mine, operate on the same level? I don't suppose I'll ever know, but the subject fascinates me. As I said in a previous post, I have a tendency to imbue a sense of the profound into the most trivial of concepts - perhaps this is just one such occasion.
If anyone has any thoughts on the matter, then feel free to share them in the comments section.