I essentially grew up in two houses. My family had a home in Mendota Heights and we also had a cabin in Wisconsin. We would go to the cabin almost every weekend in the winter and spend entire summers there. This was very common for most people in my neighborhood. Mendota heights was a middle/upper class suburb and most people left on the weekends. It was kind of similar to how people go to The Cape on the East Coast. It was a huge responsibility for my parents, but we were so incredibly privileged to be able to essentially afford a space reserved specifically for leisure.
Here you will find a compilation of stories about house privilege and house marginalization told by everyone. The people sharing these stories are your friends, your family, your neighbors and your acquaintances. The next could be you.