Hey, it's been a while… Three months to be exact.

The last time I was here was early August, I left in a hurry. My bed was unmade and random things were spread out on the floor. The blinds were open just enough to let in the early morning sun. I didn't say bye or act like I was leaving a piece of my history behind but I was.

To my childhood bedroom, thanks for the memories.

Coming back to you after being away at college is so nostalgic. This room holds so many memories good and bad.

My earliest memories of this room were paying with my Barbie dream house that was much taller than me. The dream house is long gone but to be honest, even to this day I might only be a few inches taller than it was because I'm so short.

In elementary school, my best friend and I would spend time here playing with our American Girl dolls. They had their own names and life stories, we would trade outfits and accessories as if these were our real-life daughters.

In middle school, my friends and I would dance around late on a Friday night screaming throwback Justin Bieber at the top of our lungs.

In junior high, I spent many days in this room trying to teach myself how to do my hair and makeup. What a joke that was. I was able to perfect the oh so flawless look at age fourteen. I would prefer not to talk about my beauty choices at that time. Thank god, we live past the age of the beginning stages of learning how to do our makeup.

In high school, I spent less and less time e inhere. Extracurriculars and homework filled my calendar. Some days I was only here long enough to sleep and head out for another long day. My friends and I would sit around talking about anything and everything, current drama, plans for college and our very distant adult futures filled our late-night talks. Each year my prom dresses hung on display on my closet door waiting to be worn. My homecoming mums were hung on the wall. I hung pictures on my bulletin board of the memories I had made through each previous year of high school. Before I realized what was happening those prom dresses on my closet door changed into my cap and gown.

Before college, my room was filled with my college essentials. I left here for my first semester of such high hopes. Since then I have found two more rooms to call home. Talkington 115a and my current bedroom in my apartment have been the places of my most recent memories. I cherish these as much as the memories made in my room back home.

Even though now I only visit for short periods of time now I still wanted to say thanks. You've gone through so many decorative styles of mine. Flower murals, hot pink zebra print, Tiffany and company and most recently, chip and Joanna inspired simplicity.

Things are different now but the memories in this room will never change. I may never fully live in this space again, I will always be on the go. But thanks for growing up with me. Thanks for being a place for me to start every day that makes up my life story, I will always love you for that.