Looking back from 6 years ago, when we first moved into this house, I decided that this room would be mine from the moment i saw it. Although it's smaller compared to all the other rooms in the house, it has a few advantages. Like how my room is the coolest room in the house and how i have a partial view of pearl harbor and waikiki.
Entering my room, the first thing i would notice is how the brown paint in the wall have dents from the way my bed and all my furniture always hits it. Putting my bag and books down and as i relax on my bed, i suddenly jerk from the random and delightful smell that flew under my nostrils as the automatic air freshener sprayed it's mist. I look outside the window to see that the tall tree was swaying as if it were dancing with the wind. As the powerful wind blows against my face, i hear the sound of the poster that was hanging up on my wall make a crumpling sound as it falls to the ground.
My room is a place where i go when i'm feeling depressed, mad, or excited. I like how my room is always tidy, not messy. It makes me feel like i'm in my own world because i can basically do anything i want. Looking out my window at night, i see my partial view of pearl harbor and waikiki. The lights from a far distance, let's me reflect on what i did that day and makes me picture my favorite place to be "Las Vegas".
