Who I Am

Who I amÐ'...

Do you ever wonder why certain places mean so much to certain people? When I think of my bedroom, I realize why some people are touchy about who goes in their room or who has been touching things in their room, it is because those things are important to them and may have some meaning. My bedroom is a place where I can relax and be comfortable and I think that is why it is important to me, because I can be me and feel comfortable, I can also just sit down and rest my body and relax. Another important reason is that I can go there when I want privacy; I can just shut my door, maybe even lock it, and tell everyone in my household not to bother me. In addition, my room holds most of my personal belongings, those things are important to me, and I do not want anyone else to touch them or in some cases go near them.

Bedrooms are a place where we can be comfortable and we can sit back and relax. When we are tired or not feeling the best we can go to our room, shut our door, and lie down and relax. Maybe even turn on some music or read a book or magazine. My bed is where I like to retreat to when I want to relax. I have a double bed with a lot of pillows, a white down comforter, and my favorite red down blanket. Many times, I just lie down, close my eyes, and daydream about places I would like to see or think about things that make me happy. Sometimes when I go in my room all upset and I just lay down on my bed, all my worries disappear. The reason my bedroom is so important to me is because my room holds all of my personal belongings, which are very important to me.

I can also have privacy whenever I want it by resorting to my room. When ever my mom is nagging at me or when I'm stressed out with school or work, I like to go into my room and just be by myself. All my belongings in my room surround me and make me realize everything is going to be all right. It gives me a sense of security. I know this sounds weird but I love it when my room is pitch black and cold. I normally lay down with the fan on, the window open, lights off, and curtains closed, this is when I feel the most secure.

My room is small with many things in it. As you first come into my room, to the right is my bed. My bed is the best thing in my room! On the left is my desk, it is white and filled with junk. Right above my desk is a shelf that sits my T.V and DVD player along with my stereo and bottles (no need to mention of what they use to hold!). I also have a few corner shelves' that are red. These shelves hold a few picture frames and little gifts that I have received in the past. Every thing I have in my room has some memory to it whether it is good or bad it is still worth keeping.

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