My parent’s definition of a responsible adult is someone who owns a home, is settled down, married with children, a steady job with health insurance and everything that comes with it. For them, the conduit for adulthood came in the form of a ranch house in the center of suburban Long Island. Back then in towns like Levittown, it was possible for a young family to purchase a new home in the leafy suburbs for $100 down ‘ leading to mass migration. Robert Moses and his puppetry of highway and parkway systems made it a commuter’s paradise and everyone could have a piece.
Now that I am in my 30’s and the idea of home ownership just seems like it’s so far out of reach, what is my ticket to adulthood” The ranch houses in my collages personify my struggle for that answer.