I Have Always Loved Yellow Houses

I always loved yellow houses, they were always prettier than mine. I first saw it down the street when I was nine , it stood out,like a ray of sunshine, you know the one, the big yellow sun with a smile in every picture I drew, it made a statement it was much so prettier than mine.

Bleak and like all the rest, one next one, then the next , they all conformed and drained of life..including mine. Then Bam it was a rainbow for my eyes, I thought wow, just like the ones I used to draw I bet the inside is like no other, filled with staircases of candy-canes, and licorice sticks wind the stairs, so many toys, and paints and colors I could bathe in and never grow tired or bored or made to conform..I thought as a kid..I'm in heaven..this is where I belong in the yellow house, not mine.

The yellow house it stood before me again , It was prettier than mine a two story, with so many rooms, I heard one, a mediation room, at 16 not sure what that was, but that would never be found in my home..here but not mine. I was always looking over the other side, never felt secure in my own backyard never fit in, to precocious I was told,

The backyard, OMG the parties I could have, fountains, pools, and waterfalls, It was nothing like mine,oh you see mine to is a simple two story, with a few rooms, well enough for 9 kids, and two adults, every room the same, yes I had a backyard, a full deck, a pool too, the above ground, not the real thing, theirs after all was an underground pool that is half in the house and half out...no conformity here but how mine reeked of conformity (or so I thought).

I bet in the yellow house No-one screaming why can't you be more like your brother, or even your older sister, never ever feeling like I quite belonged,..but here: God, I would have died a happy child, my BFF Beverly Chavet, unleashed into individuality just in her name alone, add the yellow house and she thrived, she would never survived mine..

Time moves forwards two kids and another block , another town, city, job, but then once again, I saw the yellow house, How much prettier it was than mine I sounded nine..again. I marveled at it, my heart sang, it had been so long ago since I could say, I love yellow houses..It was blocks from my neighborhood, a little out of the way, but what the hell, it was a detour, right after taking the kids to school,..I drove slow, and thought why can't mine look like that. The yard is spotless, and roses everywhere, cactus, and rock sculptures, the whole house took a new shape a new form, and the kids looked independent and free, just to be, even the dog was zen.. I love yellow houses they are so much prettier than mine...

I drove home and slowly pulled into the drive, got out my car, and looked around, and then I heard, a little child say out loud I think he was about nine, I love blue houses I always have they are so much prettier than mine...I looked to see the direction he was peering...it was mine.