I have a proper bedroom for the first time since May 2002. That is over six years if anyone is keeping track. It is so beautiful. I have a dresser, a double bed, plenty of shelves, a decent/shitty closet (I’ll settle on this occasion), I have a desk, bedside table, a balcony, a window next to my bed (did I mention it’s a double) two lamps, ceiling lights, and a nice big glass of Jameson to help digest it all. I don’t know my roommates yet. I think I have three girls-one American, one French and a Dutchy-if I am not mistaken.
(‘everything in its right’ place just came on the shuffle on my itunes)
The big question is…..am I going to keep it clean? I have made the excuse for years now that I can’t keep my bedroom clean because it is too small, or too big in the case of the bedroom at my parents place. I mean that is the most bullshitty argument ever, seriously. I don’t know. Recently my big theme has been all about being true to myself and truly knowing who that person is, so on that note, I am going to say no, which leaves no room for disappointment. Besides, really, its way too big to keep clean.
I can’t wait for sleepovers. Too bad I only have it for a month. Oh well! I’ll enjoy it. By for now, I have to keep unpacking/making it look lived in/making it messy.
Oh yeah.