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15 years ago
Well, I've been home for the summer for a few days. And something just got me thinkin...
I was just upstairs, screwing in some light switch/outlet plates into the walls of the soon-to-be guest room. It got me reflecting a lot. Why, you ask? Well, ever since I was born, up until when I came home from college for the Christmas before last, that was my bedroom. I'd spent almost two decades of my life in that room. Well, of course I wasn't a hermit, but you know what I mean.
Rooms have a way of becoming symbols after you've been in them often enough. Now that room upstairs is being remodeled. The ugly, brown plaid wall paper that once lined my bedroom walls is now stripped, replaced with light blue paint. We have some guys comin in later this week to redo the floor, which has been flaking for quite some time (partially due to a younger me). I used to have a picture hanging on the wall; a picture that I'd drawn in second grade. A picture that helped solidify the artistic side of my mind. Now, that picture is propped up against a wall down here, because I have no where to hang it in my new room. And where it used to hang, there's nothing but holes in the wall. It's funny... when I stood in the room and looked out into the hall, if felt like a different house.
I'm not sure what I'm getting at. I just had to get this out of my brain. Everything changes, even the things that seem like they'll always be the same.
I was just upstairs, screwing in some light switch/outlet plates into the walls of the soon-to-be guest room. It got me reflecting a lot. Why, you ask? Well, ever since I was born, up until when I came home from college for the Christmas before last, that was my bedroom. I'd spent almost two decades of my life in that room. Well, of course I wasn't a hermit, but you know what I mean.
Rooms have a way of becoming symbols after you've been in them often enough. Now that room upstairs is being remodeled. The ugly, brown plaid wall paper that once lined my bedroom walls is now stripped, replaced with light blue paint. We have some guys comin in later this week to redo the floor, which has been flaking for quite some time (partially due to a younger me). I used to have a picture hanging on the wall; a picture that I'd drawn in second grade. A picture that helped solidify the artistic side of my mind. Now, that picture is propped up against a wall down here, because I have no where to hang it in my new room. And where it used to hang, there's nothing but holes in the wall. It's funny... when I stood in the room and looked out into the hall, if felt like a different house.
I'm not sure what I'm getting at. I just had to get this out of my brain. Everything changes, even the things that seem like they'll always be the same.
I'm kinda like you, in the sense that I'm a hermit in my room, the difference is however, I am a nomadic hermit.
I guess what I'm getting at is, I see a room a lot differently than you do, I suppose. I remember almost every room that was mine for the time I lived in it, but there is no real attachment. When moving to a new room, all I really think of is 'is it bigger or smaller than my current room', and 'how am I going to arrange my things.'