Fresh Paint, Fresh Start
Those of you who have frequented this blog in times past might notice the previous posts have been deleted. After some consideration, I have decided that The Sunny Side needed a facelift of sorts, and though I have enjoyed sharing with you the latest names and images in the world of design, I plan to take a more introspective approach in the days to come. Out with the old and in with the new, right?
Nestled in the corner of College Street, past the university high rise and adjacent to a field full of oak trees sits a house. I love this house, despite its broken French doors and tarnished wooden floors. Everything's a work in process, I suppose, myself included. I keep waiting to move into this house, waiting for the renovations to be finished, waiting to place my few belongings thoughtfully inside and to call it home. Many evenings on my way home from work I stop by this house, twisting a key in the knob of the apple red door and hoping progress might have occurred since the night before when I did the same. I see little progress being made still, a reality that I confess has been culminating frustration in me for several weeks now. But I'm once again reminded even in something as eternally insignificant as moving my physical body from one location to the next that somehow I'm always waiting, waiting for something I want and even at times believe I need, and this house is becoming a case study in doing without for the time being. I'm grateful for the slowness that has been an attempt to move into my house, though I don't enjoy it, and for the reminder that we are all evolving with time. And so I do just that, I take in the smell of freshly painted walls, and I continue to wait.
I splurged this morning and bought the latest album from The Morning Benders, a band full of warmth and summertime. I was instantly in love. I hope you do the same.
Meet the resident cat at the Red Door House. I call her Clementine.
