Safety…Home… No matter how many places I visit, or
how many sights I see, nothing has been a refuge as my room has. Its walls are
colored in brownish tan hues, with a clean blank ceiling finishing them off at
the top. Those walls surround me in a cocoon of peace where no one can
penetrate. This is the place where I grew up… Its floors have caught my tears,
its walls have shared my laughter, its ceiling has held my empty stare. I spend
my days here, toiling away with school, devolving my talents, talking with
friends, sleeping, writing, reading… I have done it all here. It is the one
place I can call mine; it’s the one place I can call home.
Many of
my friends have compared my room to Bella Swan’s from ‘Twilight’ by Stephanie
Myers. In other words, my room reflects my personality. I love dark things; I
find them so deep and beautiful. My room has a theme of black, white, and
silver, which makes it look more somber and perhaps, more down to earth. I have
three different quotes on my wall, which I made with vinyl and a circuit. They
say: “Time. What was once your life is now your legend.” “Fantasy. Never laugh
at live dragons.” and “Life. Everything you can imagine is real.”
My
bedspread depicts a scene of a black forest, intertwined with a white
background. I have at least five pillows crammed onto the small twin bed, with
a silky black material clothing the bottom of it; hiding the stands underneath
as well as the items I have tucked away there.
I obsess
over fantasy constantly, as well as books, writing, art and medieval stories.
My walls are lined with colorful, as well as dark pictures of fantasy
universes, dragon and Chinese swords, gothic art (though I’m not gothic, I
promise), as well as a few of my own drawings.
There is
a black desk in the corner where I keep my laptop, a lamp, and a large, green, plant.
I’m usually sitting at that desk on most days, writing on various projects, or
else doing school work, or sometimes watching shows while I knit.
I’ve really worked on my closet, and even
though it’s small I’ve managed to put it to good use. I’ve built racks in the
corner where I keep fabric buckets full of my pajamas, and school work. Though
this does sound like a brilliant idea, one big drawback is that It’s a hassle
to get in there because I have to push aside clothes, and avoid knocking down
hangers just to get to my pajamas each night. I don’t really have a whole lot
of clothes (which I’m constantly reminded of by everyone who looks in there),
but with the small amount of space in my closet it still hinders me as I try to
get to that built in area.
I am
really into fashion. The only reason I don’t have piles and piles of clothes is
because me and my family don’t have money jumping out our ears. I pay for
everything I need myself, so to me there isn’t a whole lot of need for clothes
when I have to think about getting myself through collage. I make up for it
though by designing things graphically on the computer as well as drawing my
own dress designs on paper using little wooden models as a visual aid.
I have a
mirror on my closet that I got at target for a really good price. I get ready
at my closet door every morning, setting my makeup box on the floor and using
the mirror to see what I am doing. One of my best friends is going to be a
cosmetologist, and so she’s going to use me as a practice doll and do my makeup
occasionally which is so nice! (Getting ready is sometimes such a hassle.)
You can
usually find smells like perfume, cleaning supplies, fresh air, or moms cooking
in my room. I’m right above the kitchen so I can always smell whatever is going
on down stairs. Occasionally to my utter horror, the foul smell of unwashed
brother will sneak into my room from across the hallway. I’ll usually just tell
him to take a shower then close his door, while closing mine and opening my
window.
My room
is my favorite place in the world. The only other place that can compete with
it is the library or nature. I’m so lucky to not have to share my room with
anyone anymore. I’m able to stay up until the wee hours of the morning reading
by the light of my lamp, or else blast music through my speakers at odd
intervals throughout the day. The one thing that will always hold my heart is
this place. It’s the one place I can truly feel at peace.
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