So at the end of January I mentioned that I'd given my room a little move around. I was feeling super down, convinced I had to spend every waking hour working on my uni project, suffering from the fear of unoriginality, coping with a few sad and stressful things in life, and throwing myself headfirst into a much more intensive blogging schedule.
I was feeling super depressed and struggling to shake it off, and struggling to even talk about it with anyone. Until I decided to just lay everything to one side for a day and just focus on feeling better - not worrying about an impending blog post I hadn't photographed yet, or hauling my sick self out of bed to make into the studio by 10am (and feeling dreadful if I was later than that) About half way through the day, I had my mind set on moving my room about, so that was that. I finished at about 12, in darkness, and it had the same glorious feeling as your first night in your 'new room' when you move house.
When I moved in, I'd felt that I didn't really have much choice with where I put things in my room. The indent in the main wall kind of suggested that the bed should go there, and I had my heart set on having my workspace under the window. (pictures of how my room was set up before here, here, here, here and here!) In the end I decided to defy the traditional way to fit my belongings in my room, and put my bed in front of the jutting-out wall, using the gap to store my trunk on it's side, which looked a million times tidier and is a convenient place to artfully arrange my trinkets.
there's more changes I'd like to make, but without knowing how long I'll be living here, this is what I'll be sticking with.