I don’t know how could I live in such an untidy place. For
months (maybe years), I postponed painting and remodeling my bedroom. But
enough is enough, and last week I decided that it was time to stop
procrastinating.
I painted my bedroom walls and ceiling white, and now the
room looks brighter than with the old pastel color. Was it really pastel? The
walls were so stained that I’m not sure.
My deteriorated, uncomfortable desk reincarnated in small
wood pieces. And a not-so-new but spacious desk replaced the old one. Now all
my writing tools are organized: reference books on a top shelf; white paper at
my left side; the PC monitor at my eye level; and dozens of pens, pencils, and
highlighters near my right hand.