As I was unpacking my boxes of books, clothes, shoes, and junk, it was fun to find a place for everything. Naturally, I placed my clothes in the closet. My electronics found a place in a drawer underneath my bed. My toiletries safely made it into their own personal drawer in the bathroom, and my books are hanging out in a nice shelf next to my bed. Already, my desk drawer is cluttered with pens, pencils, and notes.
Mission: Organization, complete.
But with one glance at my blank walls told me that I wasn't finished. My desk and bed were covered with framed pictures, inspirational quotes, rubber duckies, and other memorabilia. What was I going to display on my wall? It may seem trivial, but it truly was a difficult decision for me. After much contemplation, rearranging, and shuffling around, I had completed my self portrait.
The pictures on my desk and around my room include pictures of my brothers, my parents, my home ward family, last year's yearbook staff, my harry potter team, and my closest friends. On one wall, I proudly hung my Gryffindor House Crest. Above my bed, I hung my recent fingerpainting masterpieces as well as Alli's beautiful cartoon version of me. I chose 5 rubberducks to bring with me and place on my shelf. Next to my computer sits a beautiful picture of Jesus Christ with the words "Be Not Afraid." Whatever I display on my shelves, walls, and desk is a representation of my personality, my values, my life. You can tell a lot about a person by examining their rooms, don't you think? What would you think of me by looking at my room I just described to you? Would you think I was religious? childish? messy? The things that hang on my walls, sit on my shelves and decorate my desk define me. Just like some people don't wear certain apparel because it is not "them" I would never choose to display something in my room that was not "me." My room is important. It is probably the best way to get to know me without actually talking to me or reading my journal. I feel like my room is the closest representation of my heart and soul.
So, after thinking about all of this, I wonder, What's in your room? What defines you?
And that's what Jenny thinks.