Do you ever wonder why people have places that mean a lot to them? When I think about my room, I think about the average teen boy who semi-maintains the look. I also think about a gamer/Hermit. The walls covered in clusters of posters and shopping bags. Clothes strewn across the floor, empty soda cans line the dresser. I think of my safe place, where I can kick back and relax, eat play video games hang out with friends, and just be myself without having to worry about being judged. I feel like I can be the cool, laid-back guy who doesn’t give a damn of what anyone else thinks.

One reason why I find my room having a lot of meaning to me is because I can do whatever I want in my room. I can express myself in any way I want in my room. If I like poetry, I’ll write poetry and line my wall with the poems I like. I like skateboarding and video games. On my wall are thrasher magazine posters, videogame posters, shopping bags (yes I like shopping) my floor is littered with bits and scraps of grip tape, bolts, nuts, screws, bits of cookies and what not. Among the miscellaneous items, I have pens, pencils, papers and books. What makes me feel this way is that my room means my privacy; nobody enters without knocking and although I don’t have a lock I enforce my privacy… or try to. Typically my parents use the “I pay the bills” spiel and I cannot say anything. My room is my world away from ours.

Another thing is in my room, I feel safe. I can say anything, do anything, think anything, I can feel anything I want without worrying about anything being done or said about it. If I wanted to talk about someone or something, I can. If I wanted to write something on my wall, I can. I talk in my room, write in my room; read in my room, I live my life away from the world.

In my room I’m myself. On the outside world I’m a kid who tries to act differently due to the fear of not being accepted. In my room, I’m accepted to be who I am.

In my room I imagine all kinds of things; Love, war, school stuff, design, work, life as I know it. I imagine what I’m going to do in the future. I imagine what my wedding is going to be like, who I’m going to marry. How I’m going to live. How I’m going to die. What’s going to happen the next day… looking at my room, I get inspired to live everyday as if it were my last, to go for whatever I want. To not let what others say, get to me and keep me from doing what I want. When I go into my room, I see myself, and I see my life. From the beginning to now.