Growing up I remember that what belong to only me was limited to my clothes and toys. I did not have my own bedroom until I was adult and single. Even then I never personalized it.
Bea is a very accommodating person and she is always thinking of me. While out shopping the other day, she waited to get some new artwork until I was there to see it. We like to share our space and make it both of ours.
While neither of us is opposed to having our own bedrooms, I want one for computer stuff and she wants one for her crafts, we also like sharing spaces. Its hard to make a rented place your own starting by not being able to (or being too much of a hassle) paint the walls the color you want.
This has been one of the first times in my life where I truly felt like I have an opinion as to how the space where I live will look like. I actually look forward to being a part of making those decisions when we decide to move to a new place.
I came up with a theory, which Bea does not necessarily shares. I think that having to share your room with others growing up gave me a little more tolerance to having people in my living space. Not in a negative way, but having her own room growing up, I think makes Bea crave alone time and having a place where she can really be by herself.
Did you guys have your own room growing up? What about your spouse? Does my bedroom theory have any legs?