colorful doors.

(Originally posted April 19th, 2009)

It has been a long time since I’ve committed to sitting and writing, but I feel great need to do so as of late. There has been an abnormal change in my mood, which for so long has had an ever so slight air of somberness. I’d like to believe in my mind that the weather has had very little to do with it….That I haven’t been punch drunk with happiness over the past couple of weeks just because of the sun…..I’d like to believe that life is taking a great turn. And I don’t think I’m lying to myself. I think it might be.

I’ve been seeing some good front doors about lately, on my thrilling drives to supply pizza to the masses. If there is one thing about a living space that I am obsessed with, it would be doors. Splashes of color against a contrasting background, inviting signs posted between eave and door, welcoming in the stranger, windows like stacked blocks in a row at adult height and if we’re clever, maybe ones down below for the little ones, and knobs….antique and knowing of a great many years, of many hands. I like doors that tell good stories. And it seems completely absurd that one would get that giddy feeling of falling in love just laying their eyes upon a painted wooden structure not made by Legos, builder to the gods, but probably by some guy named Steve, yer good ole regular blue collar carpenter…

But, I have.

This talk of living spaces, of doors has been racking the insides of my mind quite a bit, as the community I find myself living in and with, will soon physically come to an end. And as I look for nearby houses, their windows, doors, and 2.5 bathrooms, I hear my true desires coming to the surface of my mind…

I don’t want to live in a house with so many stairs leading up to its door that a stranger or cute old man wouldn’t dare trod up them. I don’t want to live in a house where I have a silver plated engraved “NO SOLICITING” sign turning away what I obviously have come to fear. I would like to know and be known by my neighbors, to let them know that they can walk in any time they smell dinner and know that, without a doubt, they are invited come in and share a meal. I want to know all of people.