Where I Live Now

It's time for a long-overdue tour of my room. Observe.

My bed and desk number one. Please note the lovely framed Animorphs poster and the lovely Penang flag. Also the fact that I brought books but not bookends. I'll know better next time. (Except, of course, that the next time is going to be in a very different context.)

The foot of my bed and my storage area for bags. Note that I love bags. Very much. If you find yourself in the position of having to give me a gift and don't know what to give me, a bag is probably a pretty safe bet. Note also that there are more books here and that they, also, are missing bookends.

My rocking chair. Yes, I have a rocking chair in my room. And a violin and my ballet bag and a very nice wooden sword. (Marvin, if for some reason you've Googled my name and found this, this one's for you.)

My desk number two. You can't tell, but this desk is actually a bit shorter than desk number one. This is a good thing, because, when sitting in a chair, I couldn't really reach the top of desk number one. Well, I could, but it was a workout for my poor writing arm. Again, note the Animorphs poster, as well as the xkcd comic. (And if you're a Rochester person and stalking me, pick yourself out in my photos.)

My door. Again, please note the decorations: a little Chinese wall hanging, an x-ray of roses, and an illustration of Swan Lake (my favorite ballet in the whole wide world; don't even get me started) by Trina Schart Hyman.

And that's it, folks. My room is the biggest of the bedrooms in my house, which I feel slightly guilty about, but that's the way that it worked out. I'm now making a list of the things that I forgot to put on my packing list and thus did not bring. They include a wastepaper basket, a cup for when I brush my teeth, and my recipe for oatmeal cookies. But all things will come with time, as they say.