When we moved to this house more than five years ago, I requested to have the walls of my room painted soft blue and the furniture white.
At my old house, I was the kind who liked making drastic changes to her bedroom — like painting the walls in another color and changing the position of furniture every now and then. My current bedroom, however, has remained the same since the day I moved in. For more than five years, I was contented.
But I figured it’s about time to change. To mark the fact that I’ll be sharing the room with someone else very soon.
Since we’re getting the walls painted into another color starting this week, over the weekend, he helped me clean up my bedroom, wipe dust off the floor, rearrange the furniture away from the walls and cover them with newspapers. The curtains were taken down.
Actually a little nervous with the change that’s coming.
Asna was nervous, too, when she saw my room almost empty with the furniture, rearranged neatly and partly covered with newspapers.
“Are you moving out?”
“Yes, we just found a house, just around the corner. You didn’t know?”
I kid. Like always.
Her facial expression changed. Like she believed me at first and was upset that nobody told her. Then, her face changed again. This time she was skeptical.
“How did you find the money to buy a house?”
“I saved for it.”
“Well, I bet you have zero money now.”