As this blog is meant to act as my (very public) diary, I had the urge a few days ago to share how looking back at these photos made me feel.
For the first time ever, my father booked a family holiday just a few weeks ago. To Iceland, much to our surprise. As someone who doesn’t exactly thrive on ice, I was quite chuffed to be going during the summer. Little did I know, the puffins leave in early August! I was too late. However, I shared a tender moment with some lovely Icelandic horses.
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.