My love had slowly turned to indifference, then to dislike and finally to hate. I could hardly stand to look at the red walls anymore. As a result, I didn't enjoy being in my kitchen.
I was in Home Depot on Sunday and decided that enough was enough. I walked into the paint section and scanned at the dozens of paint swatches waiting for my eyes to settle on the one that felt "right."
As soon as I dropped my boy off at school yesterday I started painting, secretly hoping that I hadn't made the wrong choice. It was tedious work making sure every detail of the embossed wallpaper was covered in a nice thick coat. But when it was finished, my heart felt at home.
It's funny how something as simple as changing the color of a room can have such an effect. I find myself wanting to hang out in my kitchen again. In fact, I'm sitting there now, sipping coffee while I type these words. I'm also daydreaming about the meals that I will cook and the memories yet to be made in this freshly painted room.
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