so my little dream room looks gorgeous and open and fresh and cosy and warm and cool. i've tidied and cleaned it all up for the room viewing tonight and this week because A is moving out. i'm switching into her old room, something i didn't know if i wanted to do at first but the more i thought about it the more i did. her room is bigger, way more storage with a much bigger window. i saw it today in the late afternoon winter light and it was all bright and gold and i knew i'd made the right decision. but still, it will be the end of some kind of era in that little room. i got sober in that bedroom, i started school in that bedroom, got over C in that bedroom, did all kinds of trauma work in that bedroom. i did a lot of picking the weeds and keeping the flowers in that bedroom. and i'm ready to begin again. i'm ready to start afresh. i take the dream room wherever i go. the dream room is my personal bedroom - like my own personal studio. i pack and unpack it. but i'm so happy. that room is gonna be my new little blossoming. i can't wait to keep growing new stems, to keep on blossoming and blossoming and blossoming.
