"A sense of place is the sixth sense, an internal compass and map made by memory and spatial perception together.” —Rebecca Solnit
Home is where the Heart is.
A sense of place is a sixth sense. My sense of place is my hometown. The town I have lived in since I was six months old. Bernardsville, New Jersey, has a small town charm to it that could never be replaced. With 12.85 square miles 7,345 residents our community is the perfect size to see who you need too with out feeling cramped. We’re a kind of town that is filled the mom and pop boutiques and crossing guards at each corner. Our school system is top rated and we have multiple private schools in our surrounding areas.
If I were to walk from the bottom of my driveway and head left for about five minutes I would walk right into our Audubon Society. There goal is to conserve and restore natural ecosystems, focusing on birds, and other wildlife. I live in a deciduous forest with four dramatic seasons. I could never imagine living somewhere I don’t see seven different animals if I wanted to take a walk.
My neighborhood is a type of street were everyone would be more than happy to spare me some butter if I needed, I would just need to walk a mile through trees and bushes to the nearest home. Living in a suburb, like we do, is nice and quiet, but only when we want it to be. I could hop on our train in the center of our town and take a forty-five minute train ride to New York City, this is where most of the parents in our town work as well. Its great knowing if there isn’t much to do that night that there is a whole other world so close to home.
My hometown is my sixth sense. The place where I belong and feel that I will always belong too. As our lives change, we remember, and never forget our childhood and adolescence and the place that helped create who we are as humans.