A simple space.

When I moved away to college, my brother decided that he was going to turn my old bedroom into his "man cave". After moving all of his clothes, "toys", and tv over to my room, it went from "girly beach room" to "manly dark room" in a matter of seconds.

While I was at college, this didn't really matter all that much to me, because I wasn't home to see it happening. Coming home for breaks was a little odd, because it didn't quite feel like "my space" anymore. While planning my stay for the summer, we realized that I wasn't going to be sharing a room with my brother and his stuff. Everything he owned was pretty much in my room, except his bed. He used his old room as a sleeping space. So it was decided that we would switch the furniture around, and I would have his old room while he had my old room.

His room is smaller then my old room, and so everything doesn't seem to fit the same way. The walls are also white, while in my old room I had painted the walls blue and sandy white to match my decor. After a few hard days of moving stuff around, I think I final settled into my new room.

Its the same though. I realized while I was moving my stuff out of the old room, how much I had moved into such a small room over three years. Everything was organized, but yet I still found stuff in place I would of never thought to look in years. For example: the back of my closet!

For three months, my new room will work fine. But there is still apart of me, that thinks every time I walk by my old room, "thats my room". And I think it always will be. The wall color is mine. The stains on the floor are mine. The curtain rod was picked out my me. The flower light switch plates are mine. It was my space, and I am just living in a temporary space that isn't mine. Almost like its being, rented to me. Free of charge of course.

It's just a thought. A house is just a bunch of wood and nails. And a room is just a blank space that we fill. What we fill it with is what makes it our own. But, for some reason, we still consider those wood, nails, and space to be apart of who we are. Which they are, in many ways. But in the large outlook of life... a room is just that.. a space.

Rachel.