Blue paint

August 2nd, 2009

Outside it is raining, the sky grey and compressed by low-lying clouds. Inside I am painting the walls the color of my childhood, the color of my heart, the color of my father, the color that comes as close as I could find to the “high blue windless skies”* of an early Idaho autumn without flying to Ketchum and cutting a swatch from the sky to bring to the paint shop.

I am painting the walls of the room that will be my private studio in the house that will be our home in two weeks. We are moving to the countryside, to the farming village where R’s parents live, to a second house on the farm property. It has been a long time coming, this move, something R and I have walked around slowly, circling closer each time it comes up for discussion. I have loved this neighborhood, this city, these views; I have loved this urban life but it is time for a change.

I am excited: excited to paint, to decorate, to have my own studio. Excited to have a garden. Excited to have space, inside and out, to breathe. I am anxious: I have been an urban creature for so many years now. Before this Swiss life, I lived here and here. I will miss things, I know, I will miss this city I have come to love. But the move will be good.

And my walls will be the color of an Idaho sky.

* Ernest Hemingway


2 Responses to “Blue paint”

  1. christina on August 3, 2009 12:56 pm

    I loved that first paragraph. So beautifully written.

    And yes! Moving is sometimes good and necessary and I can imagine you very happy in the country with inlaws close at hand and a studio of your own. The writer in you will be gleeful for sure!

  2. kristen on August 3, 2009 5:03 pm

    What a beautiful post! I wish you nothing but happiness and love inside your Idaho sky walls. And I can’t wait to hear about your country adventures with your two boys.

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