We stayed out late and woke to cicadas screeching outside the window. The sun was high in the sky. I was in Daegu in the childhood bedroom of my friend, sharing a bed with another friend who grew up on the other side of America from me.
When my family and I moved into our house in Georgia almost two decades ago, nearly all the walls were painted yellow. Over the years, some of my sisters have painted their bedrooms different colors: A horrible neon green, a pale pale pink. It never occurred to me to do the same. So, I came to think the perfect color for a kitchen is yellow, the perfect color for a bedroom is yellow, the perfect color for never changing is yellow.
My friend’s childhood bedroom is a pretty pink and full of photo-booth pictures from over the years.
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