A picture is worth a thousand words but this one probably includes a thousands things. Sitting in my room wondering, “Where the F did all this stuff come from?” The years (21 to be exact) of living in this room has amounted into a good amount of stuff. What kind of stuff? A LOT of it. Since my relocation back to the 96732, my room has been going through an identity crisis. Things are getting moved out, shifted around and thrown away (FOREVER). I’ve brought back my *newer* things from New York to live with my older things from my past. I’ve always shared this room with my sister, so I’m moving her things around too.  The years I lived away (8 years) from home made this space a time capsule. A place to drop things in between visits with no urgency to deal with any of it. My style has evolved and this space shows it. We are in a transitional phase together and we got some work to do.