Thursday, 7 June 2012
A Room of My Own
When I was little, I wanted nothing more than to have my own room. Being the youngest, I was always sharing one with my siblings. First with my older brother, then with my older sister until I turned a teenager. Well you must know that I grew up in house with only three bedrooms and the only way for me to have a room of my own was to have one built for me. And I remember constantly begging my parents to have my own space. Somehow in my mind, It seemed like my parents didn't realize that I was actually growing up and probably just wanted to keep me as a little kid forever. You have no idea how badly I wanted a fairy Godmother back then. :)
Then as I turned 12, out of the blue, my parents decided to grant that wish. I was finally going to have my own room, and it was like living a dream. I got to choose the paint color, the drapes, the sheets, even designed my own handcrafted wooden bed. And when the day came for me to move in, I remember telling myself that life really is sweet and nothing was ever going to take me away from my little island.
Unfortunately, that dream was short lived. Just a couple of weeks after I moved in, we received news that my father was to be transfered to the UK and that the whole family were to go with him. So we packed our things almost immediately, put the house up for sale (with my brand new room in it!) and the following month we flied halfway across the world to our new home. Thankfully, to a three storeys house with...get this, four bedrooms. Yes, FOUR bedrooms.
I guess I really did have a fairy Godmother afterall. :)
My daughter is turning 9 this Saturday. She came to me the other day and asked me when she could have a room of her own. She said big girls shouldn't have to share a room with little boys. So I told her to keep that wish very close, because wishes really do come true.
Trust me on that one. ;o)
♥ Both girls above are available as nursery art originals in my shop.