It’s my second-last week of classes and I’m finally starting to feel that thing that happens when something is about to end. My senses are in overdrive, trying to take everything in and commit it all to memory.
Every three months, I redecorate my space somehow. I can’t help it, it just drives me up the wall staying in the same space for too long.
I haven’t had to worry about that for the past few years, now. I went off to university for three months, that was a room change. Then I was home for a month, which was another room change. Then three more months at school, one at home, two weeks at school, then I spent two-and-a-half months of my five-month break at home, before we moved and I spent the rest of the break in a new room, then university for another three months, then home for a month.
This is the first time in a couple of years that I’ve spent longer than three months in a single room. In fact, it had been so long that I had completely forgotten how I always redecorated at around three months, until I had already bought the new stuff for my room and re-arranged whatever furniture wasn’t attached to the wall. After I had re-done pretty much everything in the room, I realized it had been three months again. It’s like being a werewolf and not seeing the moon for a while and forgetting you should worry about it until you wake up with a carcass at your feet, only with decorating.
So here’s my room before, with the university-given bedspread that was falling apart and not very comfortable:
I didn’t take before pictures, so you’ll have to make do with these. Of course, that means you can’t see the suitcase at the foot of the bed, but that’s okay.
If you’re staying in a dorm room, chances are there are fire regulations you need to follow. One of those regulations probably prohibits covering your walls in loose-leaf. The only place I’m allowed to put up paper are on my cork boards, generously provided in every room by housing. Last year I had one ginormous one, but this year I’ve got two decent-sized ones. I’ve come up with different ways to use each one to best suit my needs.
My dorm room is pretty standard. I have a fixed bed, desk, wardrobe, and shelves. I’m lucky enough to have a small en-suite and the building itself only opened last year so I am the second person to occupy this space. It’s about half the size of last year’s dorm, including the en-suite (last year’s had none). The desk doesn’t wobble and I can’t hear the footsteps of my neighbours, so I’d say it’s a good room. But when it comes to decorating, I have to think about a lot of things.
All of my decorations need to be easily brought back to Canada with me. University housing has some sort of vendetta against blue tac, so I can’t use that. Too much paper on the walls will be considered a fire hazard and will get me in trouble. To top it all off, my room is really small.
But I did not let any of that get in the way!