Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Under destruction.

My room used to look like this.

Now it looks like this.

My parents are renovating the north side of the house, which means the demolition of my once great room. When it’s finished, I’ll be getting an additional 30 square fee, a walk-in closet, and be rid of that weird diagonoal wall/ceiling thing I’ve been stuck with for the past two decades.

In the meantime, I have to live in my brother’s old room. His room may be bigger than my old one, but it’s quite a tight fit having to cram all of my stuff into a space that was already crammed with a roomful of stuff to begin with.

For me, my room has always been like a good pair of underwear – a secure place to house my private things. Moving into my brother’s room is kind of like switching from briefs to boxers, but having to deal with another set of balls. It may be a roomier space, but not roomy enough for two sets of sacks.

It’s at least a month away until my new, improved room is finished, but I don’t know if I can handle that long. My boys need to breathe.