Change...

For all who know me, you should know I don't like change (something I really need to work on). I had the same breakfast for 5 years before I finally changed and now have eaten the same thing for the past 3 years. I have never rearranged the furniture in my room, and have only gotten a new comforter when I outgrew the purple one with pink butterflies on it quite a few years back. Our whole house has never really changed since we moved here, and I have only moved houses once in my life (excluding when I was a few months old). I like to wear the same clothing over and over, and do my hair the same almost every day (depending on weather). I love routine and feel suicidal when something goes wrong in my daily plan.

Well, we are redoing almost our whole house. After just reading this you should have an idea how I feel. But guess what, this picture you have in your mind, me banging my head into the wall, hiding in my closet (which took forever but I completely redid), screaming, crying, trying to find my helicopter (if you don't get it you won't) and generally doing something harmful to myself and others is, wait for it.... incorrect! We are painting, rearranging bookshelves, couches, and more, getting rid of a ton of junk, and overall a home makeover (on the cheep). But guess what? My room is on the move, I no longer have a loft bed, am going to repaint my trim, and eventually get a new bed set! "sigh" I'm so happy. Sorry if this was long, and I will post pictures later.