I actually moved into a new room this weekend. At first sight, my roommate and I were in shock. The room was empty; there were uncovered beds, empty drawers, armoires and desks, and plain, white walls. It was so depressing. I don't know if it's worse to have ugly wallpaper or bare walls like my room had. The room had no character, it was just blah. The walls had an effect of making you feel small. There was so much open space that I felt like I was a single black speck in a whiteout. My roommate and I knew we had a lot of work to do.
After posters, paintings, mirrors, picture frames, and lots of Notre Dame memorabilia hung around the room, our walls were filled. There's still some white space, but I think a little open space is needed. A person could probably go insane with every inch covered by posters. The room that had nothing now has our character. It's our home and I couldn't be more comfortable in a room other than my own bedroom at home. It is amazing how a room can make you feel. Our dorm rooms here at school are supposed to be our "homes away from home". It has your favorite colors, favorite movies, tasty treats, and even your signature scent. Without all of these elements, the room would simply be a room and nothing more than that.
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