I used to believe that I was so small.

A stature quite limited to a voice that solely creaked through the walls of my own home.

A home I was unable to outgrow for many a year.

When I left, I took my anxiety and hopeless home alongside me to a smaller room, with smaller walls.

The walls that confined and defined a year of hopefulness and woefulness.

My room my have grown smaller, but my home grew.

Little did I know that interior design was really an experiment of ideological design.