Blank Walls...

I'm having trouble decorating my bedroom in my new apartment.
There seems to be a lot of pressure to make sure everything is coordinated. For now the only things on my walls are my diploma and a simple painting.

As I lay here visualizing what I want, I can't help but remember my walls of bedrooms past. There were Mickey mouse posters at the beginning, but from the ages of about 12-19 the theme was simple: Hot guys, cool bands and other weird things my friends and I made.

I believe it all started with a picture of Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
Then there was the collage of Leonardo DiCaprio...
The larger than life poster of George Clooney...
And my personal favorite...the door dedicated to Carson Daly.

Through the years there were posters of Blink 182, Garth Brooks (I know, I know), and the black and white photo collection of Elvis. And then of course there were the ever popular glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling.

Then something happened and it all came down. I painted my walls green, ordered a Tommy Hilfiger bedspread and tore down Carson from the back of my bedroom door. I was an "adult" and my tastes had changed. Suddenly I was matching my bedspread with special pillows I never laid my head on and putting away little reminders of my youth. But I liked the change and I liked the process of creating a reflection of who I was at that moment in my life.

Today my walls are essentially blank. I suppose it couldn't come at a better time. This move was a fresh start and now I can do what I want with this blank canvas. I think it's time to be bold. My room is MY room. An oasis that should make me happy and not follow any rules. If it is to be a reflection of this point in my life, then it should definitely be the best room yet. Taking chances, having fun, and learning to live life my own way.