Most of us saw our bedrooms as an almost holy place, safe space, and sanctuary from the annoyances just outside the door. We plastered posters and photos and stickers and art on our walls. If you were like me, you didn’t feel happy until your space reflected the way you wanted to be seen by others. And the person you wanted to be–which was constantly changing.
Recently, there was an exhibit at the Geffrye Museum about teenage bedrooms. Yes, I’m completely aware that I am far from a teenager, but I related so much to these wild kids. They were completely and unabashedly expressing themselves with the items they chose to display and the word they chose to share.