My box room

      

My bedroom this year is essentially a box. But that doesn’t mean it has to be a boring box. In the few months that I have lived here I have made it my own, and made it home.

Home, wherever it may be, is my sanctuary. With winter closing in and squeezing us in an icy embrace there is nothing like coming in from the cold and into the fairylight glow of my bedroom. I shed my coat and scarf and shed the stresses of the day as I flop into a heap of cushions and blankets on my bed. I turn on my music and lie on my back looking up at my wall of photographs: photographs that make me smile and that are just as much a reflection of who I am as the colourful clothes that I wear.

It may just be a small box but my room is proof that you can do a lot with not much. A good motto for life I think. 

Libby