Like almost every other teenager, I like spending time in my room - and more importantly I like sleeping in it.
When we first moved here every single moment of free time was spent trying to make it feel like home. I put up posters, I painted my walls, bought excessive carpets. Eventually, it started feeling less like a room and more like a sanctuary.
But now that it's almost my time to move out of the next and go out on my own I'm beginning to really treasure it. I love the private time it offers and the peace and quiet I get away from my family.
When I leave my mom's plan is to paint over everything and give it to my brother. I'm supposed to get the guest room. I guess that's fair, but it sort of makes it official, you know?
I means that I'll have no where that's officially and exclusively "mine".
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