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Bedroom #14: An open letter

March 1, 2017

Have you ever written a letter to your bedroom? I’ve had 14 bedrooms to call my own in my lifetime, and as I begin to gather my belongings and prepare to leave bedroom #14, I decided to reflect back on the past 18 months. You can read my letter below, or watch my video (at the end of this blog post).

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It feels strange to refer to you as bedroom #14 when you have so much character.

You’re big. Like, really big. Your windows stand tall over me each morning, bathing me in raindrops and sunlight. Your closets hide more storage space than I would ever know what to do with.

We’ve grown together.

When I moved in 18 months ago, you were empty and a little bit cold. Coming out of university, I felt full to the brim with knowledge and I was ready to fill you with charm and warmth. I thought I could teach you so much, but little did I know..

I started with the essentials. A bed that would allow me to feel both like the queen of my room, and the loneliest of humans – all at the same time.
A carpet to sink my toes into.
A desk where I could transform thoughts into words, and words into art.

We sat.

We sat quietly while the world around us sank deeper.

I thought I could teach you so much, I really did.

You held me as anxiety crept in through your windows and under my duvet. Nothing felt quite as safe as you did.

We sat. We sat and we grew.

One day I woke up and realized that as I grew emotionally, you developed a complex character. Your windowsill is lined with candles and incense, my favorite plants always there to greet me.

You have corners to suit all my needs.

Happiness, joy.
Music.
Calm.
Sadness.
Thought.

I’ve filled you with trinkets that make up the puzzle pieces to my heart.

It feels strange to refer to you as bedroom #14 when you have so much character.

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