Most people spend days and days making their room an extension of their Personality. They’ll put up posters, paint their walls, buy furniture, all to give their room some uniqueness. My room? I haven't put a minute of work into it. I don’t need to. My room conforms to my personality regardless. You step through the door to my room and you’ll immediately notice the mess. There are half built robots, Lego, drawings, and candy wrappers thrown all around the floor. If you’re careful enough to step on any Lego pieces, you can see a similarly messy closet. There’s a tower of board games above a series of cubicles for clothes. Beneath my set is my brother’s. Ugh. I hate sharing a room.
I share a room with my nine year old brother. He’s actually fairly agreeable most of the time, which I am eternally grateful for. He’s not a slob; he usually cleans up his messes. However, he’s addicted to Origami. His paper creations are littered literally everywhere. From his side of the room to mine, there’s paper. It makes the already small room feel like a trash compactor. The worst part about sharing a room is that there is no privacy. There’s nowhere I can retreat to when I need to get away from everybody. It’s incredibly frustrating.
Physically, my room is incredibly small. The middle of the room reaches just above my head. The walls taper down from the center because we live in the attic. This means I smack my head off of the ceiling every time I wake up. Another thing about being in such a small room; there’s no room to do anything with the room. No wall space for posters. No floor space for furniture. The little room that might have been space is dominated entirely by two windows, which means I can’t put a bookshelf or anything there.
I love my room, but everything about it is cramping. It’s hard to have no place where you can have privacy, and it’s frustrating to be unable to customize my room at all. Despite these limitations, though, I wouldn’t trade my room for any other. Except for my sister’s, my baby brother’s, my parent’s, or heck, even the living room.
