Andrea Smith
Lee Padgett
English 101-55
24 September 2013

My Little Sanctuary From the moment I moved in my grandma’s 1991 home, I knew I had to lower my standards. I noticed as I looked around her baronial abode that it could defiantly use an update. I thought to myself, time to go shopping! I made sure my room was decorated in new and updated décor, because When I first arrived it looked as if I had went to sleep and woke up in the seventies. Sometimes my friends come over after school and stay the night, and all five of us feel like sardines in a can trying to fit in my cramped up room. Although my room is very pretty and creative, a bigger room would give me the sense of being in my own home. Walking into my room after a long day of school, I smell the strong scent of vanilla candles that’s sitting on top of my dresser that I forgot to blow out earlier that morning. I let out a big yawn, as I search for my remote control. I’m never able to find my remote, so lazily I reach over to my night stand and turn on my shiny new radio. Then I pick up my cellphone and call my best friend Ticara, to see if she wants to come over. As always she replies “yes”, and I begin tiding up my room. I get up off the bed and look around, to notice that my room was in a wreck! Price tags, shopping bags, high heels, clothes and pillows covered my floor. I began stuffing all the Charlotte Russe bags in a big TJ Maxx bag, and I place it on a black wooden rack that sits next to my door, that my grandfather made to hang up coats. Then, I threw my big pink pillows on my bed, and put the price tags in my little pink trashcan on top of some of the crumpled up Ritz crackers I had eaten the prior night. Since all of my clothes wouldn’t fit in my match box sized closet, I had to fold them up and put them in the drawers of the dresser that my television set on top of. My pink high heels, that shined as if they were brand new, needed to be on my shoe rack that hung on my closet door. When I got finished cleaning up, I sat down and waited on my friends to come over. Ticara, my best friend, arrived with Vintaria and Lachelle around five later that day. I showed them the Marilyn Monroe picture I purchased at TJ Maxx earlier that week. The picture was Black and white, with the exception of her hot pink lip stick, which went good with my Trash Can, Lamps, Curtains, and wall sticker of a quote by Marilyn Monroe that read “Being normal is boring!” We all decided to change my bed around to give us more room, and to hang the picture above the wall sticker on the wall that my bed was next to. Doing do, my bed let out a big “SCEETTCCHH” against the hardwood floors, as if it was screaming for mercy! So as quickly as we could we got done with that. Later on around ten, we all were exhausted! We tried to squeeze in my little full sized bed and Lachelle and Vintaria fell off, so they decided to make pallets on the floor. They complained about it being very tight in space down there, so we went to camp out on the living room floor between the TV and the big, Tan, suede couches. We watched “Golden Girls”, and I made some popcorn until everyone got sleepy.
Although I complain about my room being small, I’m maintaining until I can afford to move out on my own. I also understand that my grandma has been staying in her house, since before I was born and she’s happy with it. I’d much rather have a small room than no room at all. I appreciate my grandmother giving me a place to stay where I can sometimes welcome my friends. In the near future, when I go house shopping, I’ll be sure to have a large Master bed room just for me!