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Slowly, over the years the home became ours. Long gone are the lace trimmings and baby blue wallpaper in the kitchen, dining room, and living room; long gone are the poodles dressed in bright yellow green and pink circus tutus riding unicycles that adorned the bathroom walls. So many more walls changed to create our home. I loved my blogger room in muted pink with one last remaining window trimming of lace, faded lace, that pleased my soul to know that I kept someone's memory alive. Last month a professional painter came in to repair two walls in my blogger room, making it ready "For Sale". My muted faded pink walls that made me feel happy and vibrant dissolved and were covered by a neutral beige. Suddenly, my creative mind felt betrayed, where had our space gone? I began that day to separate myself from my home.
We're merely camping out this week making a few changes and looking for colors, for furniture, for counter tops that define us. The furniture comes on a heavy truck in a few weeks. I've found space to write in a blue room. The twin bed coverlet of faded pinks, blues, and greens turned pale and lifeless against the bold ocean blue room, so I covered my bed with one quilt after another looking for something to fit. Nothing yet, but months and years from now this room will change as I change. My old desk now sits in front of a large window facing the rising sun and a large two story house. When the barren tree in the front yard opens it's new leaves, my eyes will once again feast on green.
As we change the appearance of our new home I wonder what changes our old home will see when a new family buys it and calls it home. Will they appreciate that basement as much as I have during the season of sirens? When I moved to Hutchinson I cried all the way, and now as I move back to Norman I sense I will cry all the way. Someone once told me that your house is where your furniture is, but I believe your home is where you frame your memories. A toast to our new canvas....