Seasoned With Style: In My Room

Growing up one of my favorite places to be was my bedroom. When my parents moved into a beautiful house on College Avenue (back on 1996), I inherited a spacious bedroom with a walk-in closet and my very own bathroom. My luxury suite also included French doors leading out to the back yard. I have always been so grateful to my parents and God for allowing me to have such an awesome room to call my own. I loved my room so much that I never wanted to leave.

Before long, I had transformed the room into my own special refuge. The blue wallpaper with pink flowers on it had almost been completely covered by my art and random mementos from school and my friends. One whole wall was covered in pictures and the other was covered with “Milk Mustache” ads I collected. This room was where I had sleepovers; where I listened to music for hours; where I dreamed of my future. It was sad the night I moved out of my room. I was heading off to college and I knew I’d never have another room like this one. How true that has been. Where I once had a huge space to myself, I now have very little space that has to be shared with someone else.

Now my room seems like just another part of “my parent’s house.” Although some of my artistic decor has been taken down, a lot of things are just as I left them. My room now serves as a workout room, a craft room, and a laundry folding area.

Over Labor Day weekend I visited my parents and spent some time in my old room. It was fun to look at things and to reminisce.

Bulletin board of the past. (High School flag, old Polaroid, Ole Miss button, Key Club convention name tag, Reagan/Bush campaign button, picture of the old Busch Stadium, high school graduation tassel.)