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).
Though my love of making decor myself is pretty strong, I haven’t had much of a chance to go shopping for supplies. I’m in a sort of limbo state because I came to England in late June thinking I’d only be staying until late August. However, I’m spent time with family in India for a few weeks and then returned to England in September. It was a change of plans, but I’m totally fine with it.