E: I really like this house.
M: What do you like about it?
E: I like the colours. It's like a rainbow when I look around. There's not too much black…imagine if we had a black house. I don't know about that. That would be terrible. We wouldn't be able to see the walls…we would keep bumping into things...
I like the flowers.
I like that there are lots of comfy pillows.
I like the pictures, and the candles, and that we have outside stuff inside for decoration. (Editor's note: E has an obsession with "bringing the outside in", as evidenced below…)
I like the squiggles on the walls and on the furniture. (??)
I like that it's quiet and there's lots of space.
I like that we're safe. I like that it's made out of brick.
I like that there's so much fresh air. Some houses don't have fresh air, so it's nice.
I like that there are so many toys.
I complain a lot about our house. E used to always ask me when we were moving back to Brooklyn, when we were leaving this house, when we were getting a bigger house, etc. From our dinner chat this evening, it seems that she has finally found a home here. Maybe I should too.
P.S. Here is a song that she began composing a short time later…unfinished, of course:
"If you love me and I love you and rainbows are in the sky, flowers bloom, and you know…just a minute I have to have a bite of pancake…"