To my childhood bedroom,
Thank you for being the best place in the world. While the colors of the bedspread have changed over the years, and the walls have been stripped bare of posters, you have been nothing but the most comfortable place in the world.
You are the one place that has witnessed it all, from heartbreak to the success of seeing college acceptance letters. You have seen my prom dresses, and you have seen my lazy weekend outfits. There is nothing about me that you don't know. Within your four walls is a lifetime of passions and interests from the well worn books on my bookshelves to the pile of yarn sitting in the closet. And while other people know about those passions that I have, no one else knows how they weave together and mingle quite like you do.
You may be nowhere near the most tidy room in the world. With laundry strewn about before I fold it up and put it away and papers or books stacked up on every available surface, you are in a constant state of chaos. But that's fine for someone like me. The chaos that exists here reflects back to me the deepest craziest thoughts of my mind. The haphazard stacks are still organized, even if no one else can tell.
While I haven't often though about it, you are a place of peace for me. All my thoughts, all my happy ones and all of my saddest ones follow me when I walk into you. You are a place full of colors and light, even when I am not. I have spent hours upon hours sitting in you, wondering about life, love, what's for dinner, why I can't seem to solve this level of a video game. From large to small, no thought felt out of place while I was alone with you.
Through my childhood, you were a place of wonder and excitement. You became a place of imagination as I began to find a place to work on art and writing as I grew up. You were there, giving me all the space I needed to hone those crafts as far as I wanted. You watched as I slaved over words and homework as school became more intense. You became a place where I thought the hardest, worked diligently, and still took the time to smile.
You are a space that I have built up over years and years. You, my childhood bedroom, are a constant in my life. Even when I leave you behind, I will still carry pieces of you with me to new places and new experiences. So this is not a goodbye letter, but a reminder to myself of all the things that you have been to me over the years.
Yours truly,
The child that grew up in you
