I categorized this as fashion…it works! This is my take on ~dorm fashion~.

Before heading to Tulane University last fall, I pinned thousands of pictures on Pinterest in an effort to plan out the perfect dorm room. I envisioned a perfectly decorated, blog-worthy room that would always be spotless and organized. Little did I know that when you’re living in an actual shoebox, interior decorating can be a tad bit limited and you have trouble keeping everything spick and span. Eventually, you just stop caring about the aesthetic.

My room had a few different life stages: early first semester (spotless at all times, walls pretty bare, closet still organized…), Fall Finals (the cleanest my room ever was because of my tendency to clean while procrastinating my studying for finals), Mardi Gras (the dirtiest my room had ever been because I had absolutely no time to fit cleaning in between my parade schedules), and Spring Finals (the saddest part of the year, when my walls were bare and boxes were everywhere because I had to pack to go home during my study breaks). My room was not perfectly decorated. It was only worthy enough for this blog. It was rarely spotless and organized. Don’t get me wrong though, I loved living in my shoebox on Mo 9 and thought that it should be immortalized on my blog. You can also see it immortalized on Youtube, because a tour of my dorm was featured by Tulane Admissions.

Move in day was a blur. All of my memories run together now, but I know that day consisted of multiple trips back and forth to Bed, Bath, &Beyond, lots of caffeine, gross amounts of sweat, and a few tears. Shoutout to my parents for helping me out with the new pad.

One of the saddest days of my freshman year was when I began to take down all of my pictures in preparation to move out. My biggest take away is that your dorm room can be as cute as can be, but the memories that happen inside of it are way more important. My dorm room was the place where I’d call my parents from when I was homesick, get ready for parties with friends, spend hours studying, have movies nights with my best friend, goof off with friends when we would decide to not go out, and catch some Zzzzs because being a freshman at Tulane can be exhausting.

Monroe, I’m gonna miss you. You were loud, smelly, and often a very annoying place to live, but I loved every minute of it. Can’t wait to spend my sophomore year living in Willow!