There was once a time in my life where décor mattered greatly to me. This was my first year in college. I was going to be an incoming freshman at this what seemed to me big school and didn’t really know anyone. When I moved in first because I got to move in early because of this college readiness program, I realized I was going to be sharing a dorm room with 2 other girls that I knew nothing about.
Southwestern decor mattered because I was going to have to find a way to make my room look homey to me because I was going to be sharing it with 2 other people that probably wanted to decorate as well. The thing is that I am one of those people that has to have things almost always clean and neat. My roommates as I came to find out were the complete opposite. They had a constant mess in our room (on their side of the room of course) that was very displeasing. I had to decorate my side of the room for me so that I would avoid the hot mess my roommates had and I would be able to look at a stable and clean side of the room.
I had posters from movies up, I decorated my side of the room with all of my hats hung up, made sure that my sheets and pillowcases were matching. I decorated with little tea lights like almost every dorm had. I didn’t get to decorate a ton because there were two other people but I did what I could in the small space that I had. It meant to much to me to have my room look like home because I was going to be far away from home for a long period of time.