The first flat I’ve rented all by myself with my own money, with a signed and sealed lease and bills coming out the wazoo is the flat I’m in now in dingy old East London. I don’t live there all by myself- I have three housemates and a boyfriend who tends to keep the dining table diligently occupied with his computer and stereo and large variety of war strategy games. He has also proven useful at giving good ‘falling-asleep’ cuddles. And with all of the houses pitfalls and annoying quirks, it’s the first place that’s been mine.
When I first moved in last September I knew I needed to make my room my safe haven. I wanted to transform it into a place I could come at the end of the day and feel protected from all of the buzz of London and the stress of work and every day life as a 22 year old. But, at the same time, I didn’t want to make it feel clinical or rigid with bright white sheets and perfect order and my clothes all folded and a flourescent light illuminating every inch of space. What I wanted was ‘disheveled organization’- a space that felt neat but homely and lived in and warm.
The longer I have lived in my own flat and the longer and further away from home I’ve lived the more I’ve realised the importance of creating a space for me. This isn’t my parents house anymore, I am not living with my employers as an Au Pair, I don’t share a dorm room with someone I go to college with. The only two people who inhabit this space are me and Shaun. It’s a room for us. Me and him. Our little unit. And it’s sole purpose is to make us feel comfortable.
So here it is, our little room and a few bits and bobs that make home feel like home:
And there you have it beautiful reader! My little humble abode!