By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.
―Ernest Hemingway
Americans are natural vagabonds—the instinct to uproot and reboot is embedded in our DNA. This issue, “A Moveable Feast,” considers why we are so eager to pick up and go—and what we hope to find at the end of the road.
I understand this never-ending quest for reinvention. In the course of my lifetime, I’ve moved 33 times—from one New Jersey suburb to the next as my parents’ fortunes changed, then to different neighborhoods in Manhattan when I went to college and worked in film and publishing. In those days, I lived in a Greenwich Village studio, a pre-war building on Riverside Drive, a Chelsea garden apartment, a fourth-floor walk-up on the Upper East Side, and eventually, a commuter townhouse in Connecticut.
A few years later, I purchased an old stone house in a sleepy Hudson Valley town my Dutch ancestors had founded back in 1661. It turned out the basement flooded every spring, so when I grew allergic to the mold and damp I traded that little piece of history for a brand new condo in the Sonoma wine country, making my home on the West Coast.
A mid-life marriage brought yet another change. With my husband and stepson, I refurbished a house in Marin County and planted fruit trees and a rose garden. After the 2008 recession, we moved to Village Hill, a model community in Northampton, Massachusetts, with housing for people at all income levels–from architects to artists, and professors to pipefitters. After cancer, a cross country move and an empty nest, an unexpected divorce landed me in a converted textile mill a few miles down the road.
Today home is a small Japanese-style cottage nestled among the redwoods back in northern California where I founded Reinventing Home.
Each of these moves was associated with a major life transition—a better job, a new relationship, a health crisis, divorce, or economic downsizing. This expand-and-contract pattern is familiar to anyone who has ever pursued the American Dream. In fact, much of American history can be explained by looking at who moved house and when.
But the hope was always there—for new opportunities, more education, a better way of life.
The last century saw three big waves of migration within the United States. More than 7 million African Americans left the South, settling mostly in the big cities of the North and West. Over 20 million whites left as well, and during the Dust Bowl, nearly 400,000 people abandoned their homes in Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas, and Missouri, heading to the west, a tragic flight that John Steinbeck captured in The Grapes of Wrath. This reshuffling put great stress on American cities. Most did not have enough housing or jobs for this tsunami of unskilled workers and starving residents. But the hope was always there—for new opportunities, more education, a better way of life.
During World War II, about 13 million men were moved overseas, while women went to work in naval yards and defense plants. Rosie the Riveters arrived at the port of Oakland, California, with their children in tow–and to accommodate them, shipbuilder Henry Kaiser created our nation’s first health and childcare programs.
After years of fighting for the basics—food, shelter, and democracy—Americans entered a new era of prosperity. In the 1950s and 60s, we saw the rise of company towns like Detroit (Ford and General Motors), Battle Creek (Kellogg’s), Bethlehem (US Steel), and Rochester (Kodak), while I.B.M. employees quipped that those letters stood for “I’ve been moved.”
For the next half-century, the American Dream was in high gear, and our notion of success meant trading up, moving from one job, and one community, to another. The 1960s saw the proliferation of housing developments, fast-food drive-ins, and suburban sprawl. New York Times architecture critic Ada Louise Huxtable summed up this triumph of consumerism over community in a book aptly titled, Hello Hamburger, Goodbye History. Only now are we beginning to question what we’ve lost in translation—and how much of our regional identity was sacrificed to our hunger for the new.
Last year, Americans finally started staying put—thanks to a combination of stagflation, less job mobility, and higher housing costs. Newly released data from the Census Bureau shows that 9.8 percent of the population moved in between April 2018 and March 2019 — compared to the usual 20 percent. Changing houses, like so many worldly pleasures, was suddenly a privilege, not a way of life.
Enter Covid-19—with a surprising side-effect.
During the height of the pandemic, some 16 million people relocated—an increase of 30 percent over the previous year. According to a recent study. the main reasons were financial hardship and to be closer to family members. New Yorkers fled to Vermont, Connecticut, and the Hudson Valley, in search of larger spaces that would accommodate their new home offices and their home-bound children. Over 89,000 people left San Francisco for the suburbs—and greater access to parks, trails, and open land. At the same time, Americans started moving away from the beaches and the forests to escape nature’s wrath. With climate change in full swing, millions of residents will soon be displaced by wildfires, violent storms, flooding, and receding coastlines.
After Hurricane Irma, one couple packed up their possessions and left their handsome townhouse in Charleston, South Carolina. They’d had enough of moldy furniture, and sloshing through water in their living room in high boots. When they learned it would cost more than half a million to raise the house and redo the first floor, they decided it was easier to move. But not everyone has that option. America is now split into those with the means to run from natural disasters and those who have no choice but to stay and bear the consequences.