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Dear Libby,

Must you discuss such things? Was not there another conference you could have attended that weekend? Young Knitters of America perhaps? A nice wholesome club where like-minded people knit mittens for orphans, drink tea and discuss the latest episode of Downton Abbey? Where if someone happens to be divulging scandalous details of their “alone time” with their “boo” they can hide their face behind the Christmas sweater they are making for Mr. Whiskers?

Not your favorite porn site?! I am struggling to grasp the notion my baby sister knows what sex is and now my sensibilities have been assaulted by the thought that she watches porn! You are too young for these carnal pleasures. Go home and wash something. Truly there must be housework to do, a book to read, a sweater to knit, or hair to be washed.

It has been too long since I have seen you and I look forward to seeing you in a few weeks. Your bedroom in the new apartment has been assembled and it waiting for you. After reading your last letter I filled the bookshelves with some truly fascinating material – lots of books on the monarchy of Elizabeth I, a series on the American Civil War, a large tome on Battle of Hastings, and I threw in a few books on nutrition and reducing the amount of trash one generates. Perhaps this will keep you from freezing your credit cards with suspicious purchases.

Your letter and my seemingly prudish response reminds me of an ongoing conversation with Gavin regarding where I fall on the “generation scale.” After some research it was determined that I am a Millennial based on the date I was born but have a “Baby Boomer mentality.” According to an article I read in the Washington Post, Baby Boomers have attachment to material objects, are collectors of objects, and dream of big homes in the suburbs or the country. In contrast Millennials desire to live in smaller spaces, possess fewer objects, and have no attachment to material items from generations past. They aspire to live in cities where space is at a premium but they can use public transportation instead of driving everywhere. Experiences are more important than objects.

My entire life I have dreamed of living a rural area in a big house with a backyard for the kids to play in. Well organized and clean it would be full of antiques, top notch kitchen appliances, and I would have a closet full of nice shoes. The garage would house two practical cars. And yet….I live in a city. I find fulfillment in walking to work everyday and walking to Happy Hour down the street. I am purging files, knickknacks, clothes, and shoes that add no value to my life. If it has not been worn in a year it is donated. But that baby-boomer part of me insists on having all the kitchen appliances because cooking and baking is an important part of family life. Yes, food = love. Canning, sewing, writing letters by hand instead of typing them…that is who I am. Where do I belong?

All my love,


Link to the article: http://www.washingtonpost.com/local/boomers-unwanted-inheritance/2015/03/27/0e75ff6e-45c4-11e4-b437-1a7368204804_story.html