Wall to Wall

What do you display on the walls of your home — photos, posters, artwork, nothing? How do you choose what to display? What mood are you trying to create?

My mood or what I think doesn’t matter here. As it is, with lot of shit I’m already living as a liability here my parents put it, and considered lucky not on the streets or kicked out despite with what I have. Someday in a house of my own, which I would 110% be able to call home I’d like to do lot of crazy decoration. For now this is what the walls of my living room looks like.

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Cleaning and Company

Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious and cranky, or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?

I don’t usually have company coming over to my place. And those who do come over don’t seem to mind the state of my place. My place is messy usually but I do like and maintain things in order at times. Otherwise just a mess. Nothing more to add I guess. What matters is, everyone feels at home 😛

My room at age ten

Okay so the title is just partially true, as technically I never had a room of my own so far, and the living room was always ‘my room’ (except when the kitchen and toilet were required that is)

When I think about over a decade ago, my home didn’t have over half the things there is today, and yet seemed messy. Here is a previous post specifically on my living room.

As you can see from there, except the bed with a different thing on it back then, nothing was is present now was there. Since it’s phoneography month going on, here is another picture.

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The folding table which is now loaded with my sister’s laptop and junk was on the opposite side of the room and only used when we had guests over for dinner in the house. And one thing I recall, despite having a big bed in the bedroom and another one in the (which I currently crash in) hall (the more common word here for living room). The (almost) entire family used to sleep here on the floor (with the mattresses and all that stuff of course). Only my grandma used to sleep in the bedroom as she used to get up at times for various reasons. I didn’t quite understand why, despite having enough room leaving only person to crash on the floor, which no minded or actually cared about then.

Well as years rolled by, when I was 14 or so, she became bed-ridden and was present in the hall while I stilled crashed on the floor and the rest three viz pops, mother and sister slept in the bedroom as it was enough for three. She died in June 2011, and now I sleep in her bed since then. Guess now everyone have grown too old for sleeping on hard surfaces too. 😛

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