In My Own Little Corner

How to make a day off productive. That’s what I should have titled this blog post. Yesterday was my first day off in 7 days, and I had no car to run errands with. Instead of vegging on the couch watching True Blood (which I probably would have done had my netflix arrived), I decided to make my bedroom my own. As I mentioned yesterday, living at home has been an adjustment. Part of that adjustment was leaving a room in Columbus that was mine in every way. Every item I owned had a place, and my room was rarely as messy as it has been these last few days. I realized the problem was that my bedroom in Jersey was my mom’s creation (and she did a beautiful job!). But the room was just that…beautiful. It was not hip or current in any way. Pictures were hanging on the wall of country paintings, a beautiful chair from our dining room set sat in the corner, and boxes upon boxes of my “crap” were placed along the wall. There was nothing in the room (besides my clothes on the floor) that said a person of substance or creativity lived in it. I decided at 11 am yesterday morning that this portrayal of me had to change.

By 6pm, the room was complete. The paintings left the walls and were replaced by a Beatles poster, photos of New York, and a big bulletin board. The boxes along the wall were unpacked and replaced with my desk from school, and every item found its own home. Three bags of garbage later, countless pieces of tape, and enough hammering to send the cat running out the door, my room finally looks like me. It is now the place I want to spend time, and the mess is gone. Clothes are no longer stacked on the big chair…they are in drawers. My walls are now covered with pictures of my friends, family, and memories. My “playbill” wall is right above my desk, and I’m able to stare at Lea Michele and Jonathan Groff’s signatures as I write about my happenings.

My favorite addition to my room is definitely my desk – The desk my mother wanted to leave on the side of the curb in Columbus. It is placed directly under my windowsill, and my computer now has a perfect place to rest at night. Whenever I type, I feel professional. Not gonna lie, I also feel sort of like Carrie Bradshaw...yes the fictional character (technically she was based off of a real human being, so that has to give me some points for wanting to be her in every way). She would glance out her window as she wrote her column, and I only hope I will be lucky enough to someday get paid for sitting here, staring at this view, and typing. The sun is out, the birds are visiting, and cars are driving by. An entire world is happening right outside my window. I picked a great place to gain inspiration for my writing endeavors. Work at the beach begins soon, and I’m finally excited to come home to my sanctuary…the one place in this house that is mine and only mine. I found one important key to my happiness yesterday when I began unpacking those bin. This room reflects who I am, my hopes and my dreams. I would say that’s one productive day off.