Nain posted last week about man caves and how her husband is finally going to get one when their house is finished being built. I think–ideally–that we all need our own space though, don’t we? In our current residence, no one really has their own space (bedrooms excluded).
All the time, I tell Henry that if (a big if) we ever actually own a house, it is essential that I have my own room. It only needs to be big enough to hold my music collection, a bangin’ stereo, enough wall space to be adequately covered with my music memorabilia, and of course–a big motherwhompin’ bean bag chair. (Though in a perfect world, the bean bag chair would be swapped out for one of those devilishly retro egg chairs.)
“So basically you want a teenager’s room,” Henry summarized.
Yes, and with all the haphazardly strewn used condoms, door slamming and cutting apparati that comes with it.