For me, my personal space is always a work in progress. Even when I lived in the same bedroom for 9 years, I never felt like it was ever completely finished. Though that feeling might be attributed to the fact that I was changing and growing mentally/emotionally so rapidly, I also think it’s because I’m fickle as hell. Case and point, I had an interior design blog for a short while. I’m not proud of how long it’s been since I updated it, but I also think it’s because the impermanence of my college living situations caught up to me. While my style was changing, I was also moving from place to place. Though, I wish I had high quality pictures of my last apartment in college, because that one was pretty close to my true sense of style. I loved that place (and I think my friends did too).