With the following year consisting of laying in bed or spend hours practicing the piano, it is no surprise that my room is where I feel most comfortable. The layout is too familiar to me; I can locate each item in my room with my eyes closed. It’s familiarity keeps me sane with the constant change of the world outside of my room. The sun shining on the midst of my bed, the photo wall glimmering above my bed, and the colorful jukebox all ties into my personality too well. My room is a perfect representation of me, and on peaceful Saturday mornings it is where I find peace in solitude.