Wall stories

The walls of my room in Chico differ from the walls of my room in the house I grew up in. Those walls are bare, with little to show of who I am. Since moving to Chico for school, I have abandoned the walls of my “other” room and moved forward these four walls instead. These are the ones that accurately represent my current life, rather than the life I lived as a teenager in high school who wore dirty, beat-up tennis shoes and T-shirts with band names on them every day.

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