Still, it's been a wonderful thing, moving. My bed is a bajillion times more comfortable, also twice as high. On the other hand, my closet is twice as small. And I have six roommates. Well, only one roommate, but there's six girls to an apartment. Two baths. Not a big fridge, and the tiniest pantry. But I like it. A lot. Also, the managers gave me pizza last night, so they're cool.
Anyways. My room....
I have close to fifty movies, all proudly displayed across my desk. It makes me happy to see them there. Above this shelf is my Renoir painting, which you cannot see but which looks lovely. To the left is my picture of the savior (and in saying that I don't mean I have a literal snapshot of him, though that would be awesome). And then to my right is my Monet painting. It's also lovely.
Then we have the shelf above my bed. It's pretty much my pride and joy. It holds my many, many beautiful books. The last time I counted, I think I have over sixty. I like about forty of them. Ha. But they're stacked so perfectly and asymmetrically, which to some might seem an oxymoron. Not to me. I love messy yet purposeful piles. And then there are my hodge-podged letters spelling "Create." It's meant to INSPIRE me, okay?? Plus it looks cool. Especially in person.
And then the closet. Very tiny, ya? Oui. It's a miracle I fit all my clothes in there. Tightly, but they fit. And I have a nice cascade of shoes. You can't see, but under the hanging rack, I've stacked boxes like a staircase with my most lustrous shoes placed in order of beauty. Lovely.
And that's it. I like it. Even with all the stuff I have in here (remember this?), it doesn't look cluttered or messy; rather, it's very put together. Joy.