816: Guilt

I woke up this morning and for a minute expected to see the bedroom I grew up in, yellow floral paper and matching curtains, white wicker furniture, oriental carpet on the floor, fire place with sconces and bright Portland sun streaming in my East facing window...it was an odd sensation. I suppose maybe it's just I've never lived anywhere as long as I did Portland or maybe childhood memories just imprint deeper. I can't say I was disappointed to see the lavender paint I'd picked out for the master suite in our little cape or the mismatched mahogany furniture and views of our woodland wonderland backyard, it was just weird.