R.I.P. to a Good Friend

Today I lost a dear friend. This friend was not alive, it didn’t have feelings, and it wasn’t sad to leave me. Who is this friend you ask? Well I will tell you- it was my room.

I was finally forced to leave my bedroom of 11 years to give to my little brother because it actually has a window in which light comes in from outside. Seriously, who needs light? So right now you are probably thinking one of two things. One, that you feel for me and it was hard for you too/you wouldn’t want to give up your room. Or two, who cares? What is the big deal anyway, it is just a room right? To answer you number twos- I care. To answer why it is a big deal, I guess the short answer is that I am just really sentimental. That room has been there for me through thick and thin. It was the place I cried when I didn’t want anyone to know I was sad, the place I had sleepovers with my friends, the place I watched all 6 seasons of Gilmore Girls in a week, and the place I realized I had a testimony of the Gospel.

But really, I am also a practical person. It was selfish of me to keep it as long as I did. I know it was completely fair to give to my brother, especially since I don’t live here and he does . . . I know that after a while I probably won’t even care anymore, but it will be sad to come home and automatically go to that room and realize it isn’t mine anymore.

To accompany this kind of ridiculous post I have included some pictures I took of my room today before it was completely dead. And yes, I really did take pictures of myself looking sad in my room. I am weird like that.