The End of an Era

My room has been essentially untouched for a decade. With the exception of a few additions and
boxes from my college stuff, this is how my room has looked since I was thirteen. I have slowly started to let go, but not before I captured all the knick-knacks that used to mean so much. I think I might be a hoarder...

I was once so proud of how I strung those hearts that I cut out of The American Girl Magazine.

 

                                                                                                                                                                           

A lot of these magnets once called my middle school locker home.

I wish I had a stop-motion video of how my room evolved over the years. I miss the huge bean bag chair, $15 exercise machine from DI, the Barbie house, and the gymnastics and space shuttle posters [the only other ones I had] that once graced my walls.