It’s amazing to me the things I took for granted living with two other twenty-something girls. For example, I myself do not own a brush or curling iron. No, it isn’t because I never brush my hair, it’s because I shared a bathroom with girls, and it was stocked with every hair product, accessory, and tool known to man. Don’t worry, I am no longer hairbrush-less. Fixing that situation was much easier than moving into a previously occupied room not managed by a landlord. Yes, I am talking about my parent’s home.
Here is the 411: Once I moved away to college my childhood room served as a guest room/storage room. The more time that passed the more the pendulum swung to the storage side. On top of that, my brother was temporarily living in it up until a week before I moved in.
Since his time was temporary he dealt with the storage feel of the room, for the most part. Upon moving out, he didn’t receive a document detailing his duties before vacating. Probably because when you live with your parents a security deposit isn’t required. (Side note: I just received the good news that we will be getting our entire security deposit back from my Seattle home. Can I get a hallelujah? I am jobless at the moment.) Anyway, the point is that the room was left the way he found it and my parents lives are busy. They didn’t have “extra” time to clean it out before I pulled up with all of my things. And believe me, I have some things.
This is what I walked into:
I wish I could tell you I had nothing to do with the paint color choice, but my twenty year old self thought they were a good idea. I was a bit ahead on the whole color blocking scene I guess.
This is the progress I have made in a week:
Future goals include tackling the closet, painting, probably a bright gray to lighten the place up, sewing curtains, and finding a home that isn’t my room for the empty hutch and wall clock (not pictured) I’m not in love with.
Tune in next week for some more progress. Keep your fingers crossed…
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