Bedknobs and Broomsticks...

I have slept in the same room for as long as I can remember. These four walls are all that I have known for the eighteen years that I have been alive. And sure, the insides may have changed a fair bit in that time, and so have I, but it's still all that I have ever known.
Why am I telling you this, I hear you ask? True, if anyone out there was actually reading my little blog, (which at the moment, it seems that no one is), the likelihood is that you couldn't give a flying unicorn turd about my bedroom, but bare with me, it's going somewhere...
On the 24th of September, I shall have a new room. It's not the only thing that's coming new on that date, I will also have a new school, town, friends and life, so surely you'd think that the room I sleep in will be the last thing on my mind, bottom of the list really compared to starting university, right?
Wrong.
My room is the first thing that dawned on me. Sure, I'll visit home and my bedroom will still be there, waiting for me, but it'll feel different. It will no longer be the place that I live in full time, I will be a visitor to my own bedroom. And after university, it's not likely that I'll move back home, uni is the stepping stones to the next chapter in my life in which I move forward. And that is scary as hell to me.
I'll miss my room, with all of it's flaws and imperfections. There's the half torn off teletubbies stickers on the old cupboard door, the dodgy paint work that doesn't quite reach the ceiling by the door because I was impatient and painted my room myself without anyone's help. There's the Hollywood sign just peeking out behind my bookcase that I painted when I was sixteen and desperate to see America. My wardrobe without any doors because they broke off. The cracks in the side of my wall, the curtain rail being held into the wall with blutack and the loose floorboard that I never took advantage of because my bed was always on top of it.
Sure, I've seen the dorms at Falmouth, and they're beautiful, double beds, ensuite, no holes in the wall and no dodgy patterned carpet that's older than I am, and I'm sure I'll love it there, but it won't be home...