Soon I’m going to say goodbye to my room. It doesn’t even recognize the sheer volume of memories it holds; how many tears and smiles and adventures and winning & losing and creativity it has seen. But I am here to say goodbye. It almost feels as if I’m visiting a dying relative and saying our last goodbyes; I’m lingering almost embarrassingly as if I want to address each wall, each shelf individually and say, “thank you for the memories.”
It reminds me that my room is more than furniture, rugs, countertops, and paint colors-this is a real reminder for me that my room is a collection of feelings, emotions, and memories. I can only hope that one day my new room evokes the same kinds of nostalgic and bittersweet sentiments.