Growing up, sharing a room with one of my older brothers was a constant in my life. While the room may have changed locations once or twice, I had become accustomed to the shared space. 

    However, as I watched my sister and oldest brother move out of our family home, the house began to feel increasingly quiet and desolate. Suddenly, my brother and I were the oldest siblings in the house, and we decided it was time to claim some personal space.

    My brother opted to move into our oldest brother's old room in the basement, leaving me to choose between my sister's old room or the one we had been sharing.

 I decided to take my sister's old room, which was conveniently located right next to the one I had been occupying and is also much bigger than the one I was currently in with a big TV already mounted on the wall, which only further influenced my decision. 

As I stepped inside the room, I was immediately struck by the need to clean it up. With a sense of purpose and determination, I directed my attention towards the walls, carefully analyzing and considering various color schemes and design options. 

Finally, after much deliberation and contemplation, I decided on a color palette that I felt best suited the room's aesthetic: a soothing and calming shade of gray for the walls, complemented by a deep and rich midnight blue for the accent wall.

    As I began the arduous task of painting, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over me as I watched my vision come to life with each brush stroke. The room came to life as the walls were colored.

However, as the hours wore on and the fumes of the paint began to saturate the air, I found myself increasingly feeling lightheaded and nauseous.

Despite the challenges and difficulties that came with the painting process, I persevered, determined to see my project through to the end. 

As I stepped back to survey my handiwork, I felt a deep sense of pride and accomplishment, as I marveled at the transformation that had taken place before my very eyes. 

The walls that were once bland and unremarkable were now fresh and clean, a testament to the power of creativity and hard work.

Looking back on that experience now, I am reminded of the importance of perseverance and determination in the face of challenge. 

Though the painting process may have been challenging, the end result was more than worth it, a beautiful and inviting space that I was proud to call my own.

As I neared the completion of my painting project, I noticed something that had escaped my attention before: my sister's creative drawing on the white bland wall of the Beatles band walking across the street lined with trees and small old cars, which she had sketched out on the wall before she moved out.