My Room
I want to start this one off by saying my room only looks like this about 2% of the time. But, after spending hours cleaning, I thought I’d capture and celebrate the rare occurrence.
The last time I painted my room, I was in eight grade. I’d say that was the peak of my awkward phase and I thought lime green, blue, and orange made the best color scheme ever. So today, my walls are still lime green and light blue.
However, the rest of my aesthetic has changed to the neutral and earthy side of life which makes my room a true melting pot of myself.
Though I hardly ever clean my room, I always find myself having fun as I weed through piles of clothes and things that should be garbage.
The process usually takes me at least a week because I get sidetracked so easily and end up spending an hour looking at old photo albums or rearranging my makeup and nail polish.
It was on one of these cleaning tangents that I found a letter I had written to my future self three years ago, right before senior year of high school. Yes, cheesy, but no matter how cliché, it will always be a nice find.
Excuse me while I take a moment to answer some of my eager seventeen year old questions. Good. Interesting. Art Therapist?? bet you didn't see that one coming. Yes and no. Lol. Kind of. Maybe soon?! Definitely.
I guess my biggest concern was whether or not I’d still be doing the things I love. And looking back, it’s interesting to see how my hobbies have evolved.
I used to do a daily photo challenge where I took each prompt in a very left-brain and literal way. But, my senior year art class was a turning point for me and I finally turned my picture-taking into photography.
In high school, I’d run 50+ miles a week with the cross country team. Now, I’m running on my own, finding the right balance for me.
I also spent a lot of senior year scribbling my stresses into a journal. At some point, the journal turned into poems and now that’s a new thing I love.
Anyway, thanks for peeking into my freshly cleaned room.~kj