A Childhood Bedroom Grows Up...My Sister Does Not
Mia, You Mad?
When my "older" sister first told me she would be ripping up my childhood, I was like, “As long as my Outsiders poster is still the centerpiece of the bedroom, I don’t care.” I noticed that she didn't include photos of my headboard, so I'm hoping that Tom Cruise is still there in all his leather-jacketed glory.
My sister clearly took advantage of our physical and emotional distance and my complete indifference. I admit it hasn’t been the same since I moved to Barcelona. I'm very Euro now. I make out with beautiful Spanish people (non-gender specific because Europe has liberated me from American Puritanical cisgenderism). I go to art museums and drink sangria. I don't really have a lot of time to think about what my sister's doing in my bedroom.
All in all, I'm really happy with the new grey color. It reminds me of the sky in the Bay Area, and how sometimes the sun would come out. I think the room was really heavy and dark before and it looks like an Air B&B now, which is about as good as it gets to me.
I'm not that into all of the light, but I guess I can see the orange tree now. I can still easily sleep until 3 PM. I'll just sleep under blankets, it's not that hard.
I also really like that the gallery wall features photo of me and cool stuff that I did. Yoko Ono is an inspiration. As my Dad says, "I don't know why everyone hates on Yoko Ono. She's just a girl who got what she wanted, and I respect that." That's what feminism is about.
No doubt I will be coming back soon, broke from my fabulous life abroad. I'll be just another unemployed college grad, albeit with a closet full of discount Zara.
Speaking of which, maybe you can clean out my closet too?