I’m talking about that one green wall. Or is it yellow? I
really don’t know. My mom has some name for it, my sister and friends think it’s
the greatest part of the apartment, my boyfriend just thinks it’s just “green”,
and my dad thinks oh it’s nice honey, it’s
different. And that, right there, is why I find myself writing about
something as humble as a wall, and I'm sure you've seen this photo before....
My green apartment wall is different to everyone who walks
in the door. People see it differently;
some people don’t even care enough to see it. But being the only accent to many
eggshell painted corners, it has exclusivity to it. It sits behind the first
decoration I bought, and it was the wall I spent hours visualizing when I started
apartment shopping. Apartment shopping
is hard when you have such an unusual colored wall. But then again, I would
hate it if the wall was white and simple.
But this wall – this is our wall. It’s the wall that
sometimes smells like our breakfast on the weekends, and it’s the wall that our
dinner conversations bounce off of. It’s
where I sit when I complain about my busy day, and it’s where my boyfriend sits
and listens to me ramble. It’s the wall that our laughs echo from, and it’s the
wall that we’ve stood in front of during drunken arguments. It’s the wall that I
cook next to, and the wall that is so hard to clean. It’s the wall that belongs
to the first place we’ve lived together, and it’s the wall I’ll remember when
my kids ask me what our first place together looked like. It's the wall that we celebrated next to when we opened our first beers and popped a bottle of champagne on our first night there, where we spent hours talking instead of watching TV because we didn't have cable yet. It's the wall that I made him stand near when I took photos, so eager to post on Instagram. It’s the first thing
I see when I get home at 6:00 after a long commute, and it has become the place where we
leave love notes and burn candles near. It’s the wall that belongs to the place
that belongs to us, that has watched us grow as a couple.
And sometimes – but not always -- I really wish walls could
talk.
