Welcome to my oasis of white dreams and faux furs. If you cannot tell my theme is fur and no color allowed (minus the art on my wall). I am a fur-aholic, I admit it. I honestly don’t believe any room could fit me better, from the vogue magazines to the ghost chair, it’s me in room form. It’s always interesting to see the places people call home. To some, anywhere can be home, a city, a person, a specific house, the outdoors…it all varies. For me, this isn’t home, and it never will be, but it is my place. Moving into college has made me realize how thankful I am to be close to my home; my heart. So many people I meet have come from all over the world, and for me, I don’t think I could ever be that far away. Maybe that’s my homebody personality coming out, but to not see your family (or dog) for months would not be easy. I realize that someday that will be reality and I will make my own home, but do we really ever let go of where we come from and where we first called home? We all come from different places and different backgrounds, and everyone has different experiences, but at some point we all must miss home, whatever that is to you. For now, I will enjoy this space I have created and take in every moment. Dorm life only lasts a short period of time, then I will be in an apartment or a house (aka next year) which involves responsibilities and more money. So, welcome to my place.