At seventeen years old, I sent myself to half way across the country to prep school in New Hampshire. It’s four years later. I’m twenty-one and before this quarantine I haven’t spent more then 3 weeks at home. I’ve never had the time to make changes to my room and my parents never felt the need to. So it has been frozen in time, reflecting seventeen year old me. Over this quarantine, I’ve had to adapted it to my current needs and yet I can’t make myself completely change it. Therefore, the room is this weird collision of seventeen year old Alicia and twenty-one year old Alicia.
