My Bedroom

I am an obsessive person.
I like things to look a certain way.
I need to feel good about it.
Like it was meant to be.
Like nutella and strawberries.
Like cold weather and a sweater.
This is difficult in a bedroom.
Especially when it is not the master bedroom.
Especially when your parents don't own the house.
This has meant that I have had to move 5 times in 9 years.
(I've only lived here for those 9 years.)
There have been 5 different bedrooms.
Five different arraignments.
Five different problems.
My first bedroom was shared between my brother and me.
It was a two bedroom house.
We didn't have a choice.
In that or in picking how things went.
My mother took charge of that.
In the second house, I had my own room.
I decided for a full size bed.
The room was mine but so very little.
The bed took the whole room.
I only had a tiny night table next to my bed.
I didn't have much choice.
I did pick my bed cover.
I thought it "rocked hard".
It actually said that.
My third bedroom is my most memorable.
The biggest leap.
I had my own room, a walking closet AND enough space for a desk.
I got tired of the full sized bed.
I asked my parents for a bedroom change.
They said yes.
They bought my current bedroom set.
A matching twin bed, a desk, and a dresser.
It is made of nice wood.
When I got my bedroom set, it took me a while to find the perfect arraignment.
I loved the arraignment.
It made my room look big.
It made me happy.
Story: 'My mom once felt like she needed to change the arraignment.
So she did.
I cried, I cried, I cried when I saw it.
It made me so angry.
I moved it all back.
I was 95 pounds.
I was that angry.'
My fourth bedroom was bigger than the third.
It was so big.
So great.
The closet had a mirrors on the doors.
It had a beautiful light, light yellow color for the walls.
So light it was almost white.
My mom didn't hang anything on the wall.
I got a bookshelf.
It was great.
The arraignment was perfect for the bedroom too.
It was beautiful.
Except I hated the house for the first few days.
I hated it because it was new and annoying.
I hated it but it passed.
It wasn't my favorite house even though it had the pool and lake.
My fifth and final room.
The one I write from today.
This is my favorite room.
It is bigger than the last.
At least I think it is.
I have the same bedroom set but with a few additions.
A trash can, a little T.V. with a DVD player and a full length mirror.
It is beautiful.
I even painted the walls the same color as the one before.
It has nothing on the walls.
I love that.
I had my room set in what I thought was the perfect arraignment.
I was wrong.
I moved the furniture around and I think I found the perfect arraignment.
I am not freaking out.
Even though I changed the order around.
From past experiences, I should be freaking out.
It is not happening.
This is perfect.
I'm getting a hammock soon.
That will complete my perfect room.
I cannot wait.
I love this house.
This is my favorite house.
My favorite room.

PS. Good luck on your oral, A.
You'll be amazing!