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.