Wednesday, January 6, 2010
My Own Room
Posted by Braden
I have my own room this semester—and it's SO nice!
I no longer have any need for a lamp, because I turn off the lights when I go to bed, and nobody ever wants them off before I do.
I no longer need headphones, because everybody in my room likes the music that I play when I play it.
I have floor space—more than just enough to walk on! I can come in, take off my shoes, and leave them in the middle of the room. Then I can hang my coat on my extra chair to dry.
I have two closets—aka "a ridiculous amount of storage space"—and I've made sure to put something in every single one of the drawers, simply because I can.
I'm getting so spoiled from all of this! Realistically, this is probably the last (it's also the first, coincidentally) time in my life that I'll have my own room. I should have plenty of time to readjust before my next semester—sharing a room with a missionary companion for two years ought to do that for me.
I have my own room this semester—and it's SO nice!
I no longer have any need for a lamp, because I turn off the lights when I go to bed, and nobody ever wants them off before I do.
I no longer need headphones, because everybody in my room likes the music that I play when I play it.
I have floor space—more than just enough to walk on! I can come in, take off my shoes, and leave them in the middle of the room. Then I can hang my coat on my extra chair to dry.
I have two closets—aka "a ridiculous amount of storage space"—and I've made sure to put something in every single one of the drawers, simply because I can.
I'm getting so spoiled from all of this! Realistically, this is probably the last (it's also the first, coincidentally) time in my life that I'll have my own room. I should have plenty of time to readjust before my next semester—sharing a room with a missionary companion for two years ought to do that for me.
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