On walking into my bedroom, most people comment on the lack of space. I joke that the bathroom in my house is bigger than my bedroom, its not far from the truth. It is perhaps for this reason that everywhere you look is cluttered. Mum constantly refers to my ‘clutter’, which personally I would describe more as knick-knacks. Everywhere you cast your eye is a reflection on me, my life and memories of the people I care about. Photographs and drawings line the rich purple walls. In the corner sits my television, bright yellow in colour, it was bought for me as a child, my first television ever. However, I still treasure it and refer to it as ‘unique’, I doubt that it would be easy to find another one.