The Best Room
I'm sat here in my 'new' room in Kaikoura, propped up on the pillows in bed. Heated blanket is on, hair's wet and my finger is throbbing and has gone slightly poisonous because I'm a child and don't know when to stop biting my nails. As I look around this room I'm reminded of all the bedrooms that have come before it. My shoebox child's bedroom with a bed on a high frame to create space for furniture underneath it, the walls covered in posters of Ricky Martin, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Lara Croft. My uni dorm room that I had to paint over blood spatters on the wall with tippex (there's a story there, but maybe not one for the blog), the variety of disgusting bedrooms in Hatfield that followed it with awful wallpaper and single beds and no sound insulation. My two rooms in my house in London - both large considering our rent, cold and creaky and the floor wasn't flat so all furniture would wobble. My favourite room of all is my first roo