I lived in my childhood home for 17 years. The first time I moved, I was 17, in the middle of my senior year of high school. So I only had two bedrooms from newborn to the time I moved out at age 21.
My childhood bedroom was small with wood floors (that were eventually covered up with carpet). The coolest feature of the room were these two giant built in bookcases. I remember when I was little, housing my stuffed animal collection up there, then later books, and eventually a light bar. Looking back at my mom's old pictures, the room was originally blue, but was later painted pink with a unicorn border. Remember borders? How awful. I always hated the pink. Pink was never my color. So my grandma had my room professionally painted when I was in middle school to a lovely lavender. It was fabulous. I remember getting a purple plaid comforter to match. I thought I was the SHIT.
This picture of my friend Sam and I was taken around 5th grade (1995ish). It was the only decent picture I could find on my flickr of my room.
Please note my Beethoven's 2nd magazine clipping right next to Mariah Carey (probably singing 'Always Be My Baby' or something). Funny thing is I never even remember liking her all that much. I also had some lovely BOP magazine pictures of all the boys I was certain I was going to marry. JTT, Devon Sawa, Rider Strong, Leonardo DiCaprio, Joshua Jackson, and the list goes on. All of these covered the entire backside of my door. The big poster above my bed was a cartoon map of Orlando. It was actually pretty cool and I have no clue whatever happened to it.
When we moved into the house my mom still lives in now, I was so excited. I was excited to get decorate and paint a whole new room. At the time, I was really big into Trading Spaces and all things interior design related. I had seen this episode where one of the designers painted a room in big stripes of the same color scheme - dark to light. So I decided that's what I was going to do - purple stripes. I know I have a better picture of it but this is all I could find.
The bottom portion was a super dark purple. I was pretty proud of it. But it's one of those designs that gets old quick. Eventually I painted over it with 'Stingray Gray' as you can see below.

I remember where everything was. The fish tank on the left side of my dresser, the popasan chair in the corner (that everyone fell out of when visiting), my desk against the wall next to my closet, and my bed that was in a different corner under the window.
I was just thinking how much I miss that room. Both rooms, really. Sure I love having my own place with my stuff scattered around everywhere but it was kind of fun having everything I owned in one room. My whole life in a 8x10 (that's a guess. I have no idea how big my room was.) There was just a certain level of comfort and safety. It was just so nice to be alone in there. To watch tv, eat on the floor, write, read, cry, sleep, craft, think, talk on the phone, etc.
I just wish I could go back to those rooms and spend just one night. I need to get my hands on a time-turner or a DeLorean. Either would do.
I just wish I could go back to those rooms and spend just one night. I need to get my hands on a time-turner or a DeLorean. Either would do.



















































