No Big Deal, Right?

It’s just walls.  It’s just red paint.  Beautiful cherry cobbler red paint.  No big deal, right?

I mean, they were even a little bit dusty after five years because I chose flat paint and it’s had to clean flat paint.  Probably could use a makeover, right?

Still, it was hard the other day to start the process of painting over the red walls I loved so much.  I am not living in my townhouse anymore.  Most likely I will be renting the place out.  And a red bedroom is not everyone’s favorite.

So Adam found me sitting on the floor staring at a partially painted over wall with a roller of white paint in my hand.  He wanted to make sure everything was okay. 

“It just makes me sad.”

Why the big deal?  You don’t live there!

Let’s rewind a few years.  Back to my teacher days.  Made considerably less money then with about ten times more responsibility.  I had hit a rough patch where I was sinking in debt with no hopes of getting out.  My parents bailed me out (clearly, I was too big to fail). 

I set out to rebuild my life.  I worked overtime.  I worked second jobs.  I had roommates.  I sold plasma (yes).  I switched teaching jobs for more pay.  And to symbolize the recovery, I decided to decorate my room.  My entire house was white walls and beige carpet.  It was a little much.  I like a little color.

Red walls.  Black, white, tan, and silver accents.  I loved it.  Even if the edges were a little messy.  Even if there are drops of paint on the carpet.  I loved it.

And it was sad to see it go.

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