Today I’m going to show you some pictures of our guest room – but first, a bit of a story.
If you know me in real life (and even if you only know me by way of the interwebs), you probably know that I am a creature of habit. There are a few mitigating factors that go into this, but for the most part throughout my entire life I’ve craved routines and circumstances that are unchanging. I would be perfectly content eating the exact same thing for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day of my life. I have “my” spot on the couch, at the kitchen counter, at the kitchen table. There have been times where I’ve watched the same movie every night while drifting off to sleep for literally months. In college I’m pretty sure I watched The Notebook every single night for an entire semester. Recently it’s been Bridget Jones’s Diary.
I told you all of that to tell you this – when Chuck and I first moved into our apartment together in 2012 it was hard. It turns out, you can get homesick even when your parents live 10 minutes away. For Christmas a few years ago my parents bought me a super cozy off-white, faux fur blanket, and I refused to let Chuck use it. In our apartment, which was filled with new things, and things that Chuck had brought from his “bachelor pad,” it was one of the only things I had that came with me (besides my clothes) from my parents house. It was my little safety net. The one time I allowed Chuck to use it… he spilled chocolate pudding on it. And I cried. A lot.
Moving into the house meant I had to adjust to a whole new environment and a few new pieces of furniture (here’s looking at you, greatest couch in the universe). It also means I’ve had to adjust to being even further away from my parents (now we’re a whopping 17 minutes apart). BUT there has been a few little saving graces for my love of consistency. In addition to my parents’ old dining room set and a wingback chair, we also snagged most of my old bedroom including the bed, linens and pillows, nightstands, TV, and (not from my old bedroom) a black chest of drawers that my uncle made in his high school wood shop. So basically… in my new house, I have a lot of my childhood bedroom – and it’s all set up in the guest room. Chuck hates this, but it’s one of my favorite places in the house and I call it “my room.” When I’m feeling particularly overwhelmed or anxious, or just when I want to feel extra cozy, I curl up in my old bed, pop in a DVD, and just relax. (I also like to curl up on the wing-back chair in the living room, with the blanket Chuck is forbidden from using.)
So … here are some snaps of one of my little sanctuaries. Like the rest of the house, it still needs some finishing touches. I’d like to get some pretty prints to hang on the walls, maybe change out some lighting, and we need to install some shades on the windows (many apologizes to my sister and brother-in-law – when they stayed over last month we had completely forgotten that there were new shades in the room and the rising sun almost blinded them at 7am).
Side note: Yes, I still have my sorority pillow from my new member period, and yes it lives on the bed in my guest room. Alpha Chi Omega allll daaaay loooong kids!
Do you have a favorite room or little sanctuary in your house? Let me know in the comments or on social media!