This room has been a place for me to be creative and daring, a place to share secrets with friends, a place to laugh for hours, a place to find out that certain relationships need to end and a place in which other relationships could blossom. This room has been a safe space to try new things, to write, to cry until there were no more tears left, to have a gossip session, to have a study session, to close myself off when I want to be alone, to give myself a minute to calm down or be attentive to myself. It’s been a place in which I learned to forgive, a place in which my relationship with Tom could bloom, it’s been a place full of love, where we cuddled with Crowley for 7 months and then a place where little Oliver slept with us, grew up, spent hours watching birdwatching on the windowsill. In this room I’ve learned what I like and what I absolutely do not! It’s the last room in which I had a relationship with someone other than Tom and, in a way, the last room that will be mine and mine alone. This is the end of a wonderful era in which my parents were always right outside my room, a call of “Mom!” or “Dad!” away. In this room I surrounded myself with color, with art, with study. It reflected my mental state, my interests, it was a direct continuation of myself. 

And now at the age of 29, the time has come to say goodbye. To say thank you for the time we’ve had together, for the understanding, the good old days, the painful lessons I learned in its embrace, for being a place I could fall apart and cry, or, just as well, roll around laughing until my stomach was sore. I will never forget you and all that you were to me.

 

Love you forever!