As soon as I saw my cosy bedroom when I moved into my student house, I immediately knew what I would do to it.
I converted a large, dull section of wall into a handsome, grand chalkboard.
Over the years I've had lots of fun with my chalkboard. Not trying to anthropomorphise it or anything, but I genuinely have formed an emotional bond with it.
I've celebrated with it.
I've expressed myself with it.
And I've just had a good ol' laugh with it!
Sadly though, I am moving house in a few weeks. I will have to cover up my ever-transforming masterpiece so it is a blank slate for the new inhabitants.
When I'm older, waged, and have a house of my own, it will be back. With a vengence.