Seattle's Son By David Guterson Summary

Here: The Evergreen State Here in this small community, seemingly blocked off from the rest of the world, lies a small slate colored house with a large white tarp sheltering the driveway. Adjacent to it, is a fairly large camping trailer that, if it's lucky, gets used for its intended purpose. The maroon deck in the foreground brings life and color to the dull, 1- story house. The front yard, in which I spent my childhood, seems everlastingly covered with the blades of the towering trees that I have grown so accustomed to. The aroma of the rainfall the night prior still lingers in the air, even as the sun begins to rise over the dewy, frost ridden lawn. Here, in the confines of my own habitat, listening to the songs of the morning birds and the blue jays, is where I connected with my surroundings. Here, is where I call home..

Here, in the Evergreen State, was where I was born and raised. I have known nothing else but the dreary
In Guterson’s essay “Seattles Son”, he recounts his experience growing up as a teen in Seattle. He states later in the passage that “As I grew older, my sense of wonder shrank and the city began to stale. Like most Seattle teenagers of my era, I longed to be somewhere else.” (Reading Seattle ) Guterson and I share the same attitude towards the place we call home, both feeling as sense of yearning for our childhoods. Seattle, with its vastly new culture overwhelmed him and as a result, he felt disconnected. Change can dislocate us. The changes my family and I experienced disconnected me from reality and forced me into an environment I wasn't at all familiar with, an environment without my mother. In the end however, despite everything I've been through, I love and cherish my home unlike Guterson. This place, no matter how much sorrow I associate with it, is all I