Reluctant Nomad

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

"Adri painted her wall today."

He stops. And then slowly sets aside the dress shirt he's just taken off. He smiles slowly in that impish way that only he can, half of his mouth grinning like a school boy. I can't resist smiling in return. He then gives me the look. The look says, "Are you just saying that to say it or, as I fear, is there more to that statement?"

And I respond, "Some people are settled."

And to my great astonishment, he nods. Understanding what I'm saying. Understanding me.

Thank you.

Labels: The Move

posted by Reluctant Nomad at 8:12 PM -

7 Comments:

At 20/2/08 10:50 PM, Leslie said…

Mar, you need to write a novel...that was fantastic.
At 21/2/08 6:48 AM, Linn said…

Mara, I love it, love it, love it. Settled. What would it be like? Never painted a wall in nine years of marriage. We've been here longer than any other place, but still, not our final destination. Life is good though and painting walls will come soon enough. I wouldn't trade what we have done for anything. But...there are definitely days when I long to paint a wall.
At 21/2/08 6:04 PM, Angie said…

We have never lasted more than three years in one place. When finally we bought our first house the first thing I did was paint every wall in the place. When we sold it 2 1/2years later I still didn't have much furniture or art but I had colorful walls. I refused to move into the house we're in now until, again, every wall was painted. We could be tranferred next month but I LOVE to paint the walls while I 'm waiting. My poor husband is also really great about that need to feel settled. I wonder what it's like? Thanks, Mara
At 21/2/08 7:54 PM, Adri said…
Love this post...and not just because it has my name in it. As I was reading I could totally envision Matt's expression and it reminded me how much I love him, too, because he is so perfect for YOU! Please pass on my regards and a little belated Spiderman Valentine via the internet, will you?
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At 22/2/08 4:28 AM, Natalie said…
Beautiful imagery. I love how you captured Matt's wonderful personality. It made me miss him! You have such a way with words.

When I moved into my house 4 years ago (in the middle of December during some severe morning sickness) I feverishly painted every wall that I could. I was hoping that I could make it feel like my home by erasing every trace of the previous owners. I wanted to feel settled in a new state, new marriage, and with a surprise baby on the way. Now we are getting ready to move and the Realtor is insisting that I paint over my bright colors. I am resisting. "Don't you want to move," Jake asks. Yes, I do. I just don't want like the feeling of change. Limbo. Being unsettled.
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At 22/2/08 10:24 AM, Reluctant Nomad said…
Hello my friends! Thanks for commenting. I feel loved. I am of the paint-addicted-crowd myself. And Nat, I sold my house (18 months after buying it, I'm with you Ang) partly because of the crazy colors (neon green, poppy orange, sunshine yellow). So, don't listen to no stinkin' realtor!

I waited 6 years of marriage before being able to paint and now I've moved backward to where I can't paint. Uggg. So, paint away ladies! As always, I'm living through you.

And my dearest beloved hubby sends his regards. His latest obsession is a town here in Austria that's name is a swear word, he tells everyone about it, thinks it's the best. Bless his little heart.
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At 22/2/08 8:53 PM, loudaisy said…
Oh, blasted white walls. That feel like an institution. And no matter how much color you put everywhere else, the walls glare through. Someday I aspire to painting my walls also. It was so fun talking to you today.
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