Empty walls

Today I finished final exams and started the process of packing all my things away for the summer. I'm writing this from the couch in the living room because I can't stand to be in my bedroom anymore. I had to take all my wall hangings down and it's just depressing in there now. No more Spanish flag, no more Tin Tin painting. It's just blank and blah. As much as I hated my house and am looking forward to my new one, my bedroom has been my sanctuary for the last year. It was the only part of this shithole that I live in that I actually enjoyed because it was the only part that was completely 100% mine. I'm really looking forward to my next place in Atlanta (post-San Francisco) because from the looks of it, it just seems more livable beyond just what will be my bedroom. Hopefully I will get that in California too, but we shall see. It's only for four months anyway.