I was 3 years old when my parents bought this house. Some may claim that I was too young, but I swear I remember the day my parents brought my older brother and I to the house the first time. There was a rainbow outside and when an adult (could have been mom, dad, abuela, abuelo?) took my brother and I by the hand and we crossed the street, I saw the rainbow frame our house. I remember that day and it was a perfect day.
For the next 6 years my brother and I shared a room. I’m not sure why, there are plenty of bedrooms for everyone, but we were fairly inseparable, so I guess sharing a room made sense. When I was 9, I decided that I wanted my own room — this room. My mom made me promise that if she bought me my own bedroom set, I could not call for her to come to the room in the middle of the night. Deal.
We cleaned out what was to be my room and my Dad gave it a fresh coat of paint. My furniture arrived and my bedroom was made up. That night was the night that I would be sleeping alone — without my brother and without my mom. When it came time for bed, I went to MY room and shut the door. My mom came in and told me that since it still smelled like paint, it would be best if I slept with the door open. OK I did, but the next night, I shut the door again. I’ve slept with the door closed ever since.
Today I drove back home to hang with my parents for a couple of days. There is no question as to where I’d sleep as I’ve always kept my room here… afterall, it’s MY room, my parents gave it to me. The house can be theirs, the room is mine. This room has been with me my entire life. I always know that it’s here for me when I need it, or when I don’t. It’s seen me laugh, cry, yell, dance, sleep, stress, veg-out. It’s where I feel better when I’m not feeling well and where I can relax after any event. It’s made me feel safe when I’ve been scared and surrounds me with familiarity when I’m lost. It’s a place where I am welcome, whether it’s for a day, a night, a week or years. It has been my private sanctuary since I was 9 years old and it is now what it was then –the safest place on earth for me.
My mom has been battling with her teeth lately and being the good pains in the tushes that we are, we have asked her to please go see a dentist! So for the last few weeks, she’s been researching dentists. She’s even gone to see a few of them to obtain estimates. Needless to say, she wasn’t happy with any of them. But, at the recommendation of a friend, she finally settled on one. 
