Painting

For the passed two days my dad, my siblings, and I have been painting the walls of our house a beige sort of color. Well, not all of the walls. Just the dirty white ones. We also have a room with green walls and a room with yellow walls.

Haha. Now that I think of it, we don't actually call those rooms what they really are. Instead of the "family room", "living room", or "dining room", we call them, the "yellow room", the "T.V room", and the "green room". It's a shame I can't distinguish between the family and living room, but I sure can tell a dirty white walled room with a T.V from a yellow walled room with a desktop.

The beige color makes the house look a lot homier. Tomorrow we'll finish one of the rooms on the main level, and then we'll paint my little brother's room beige, and then two rooms (mine and my sister's) a light blue.

Actually, the beige color is called "Fresh Linen". I don't understand why... I would associate "Fresh Linen" with a scent, and not a color. I forgot what the blue color was called, but I think it started with "Homegrown".  haha. What funny names.

While watching my dad paint over the dirty white walls, I wondered how in the world my family managed to get them so marked up. It made me think of masks. Covering up the marks and the dents, mistakes and regrets.

It made me think of my own mask.
I have quite a bit hidden from the rest of the world, and a part of me wants to remove the mask. But I don't know if the world is ready for that.