|I see an orange wall and I want to paint it brown.|
I spent a lot of time in a different world this week: cleaning and painting a condo in Madison. Hours of painting with occasional views out the window gave me time to think: I had forgotten many things about living in a city.
I forgot how it feels to work set hours and read on the bus ride home.
I forgot how apartment windows don't face all directions.
I forgot how cold you get in the winter if you dress for warm buildings instead of cold drives.
I forgot that a grocery store can be so close that you could walk there and that groceries get heavy on the walk home.
I forgot that I didn't used to have a relationship with my car mechanic or mail carrier.
I forgot how to sleep past 7 am, how to meet for dinner at 8 pm, and how to go to a midnight movie.
I forgot that there are sidewalks everywhere and that dogs are indoors or on leashes.
I forgot how clean an apartment can be and that garbage gets set out by the street weekly.
I forgot that leaving the city seemed like a major trip.