My dad decided it was time to move the office into the bedroom next to mine. So in doing so he needed to build a wall into my room to give me a closet…but it will be a future bathroom (when I finally get a life and move out). He spent 2 weeks working on the construction project. We spent all day last Saturday working on moving things around and reorganizing. It was back breaking and exhausting work. I love to rearrange and reorganize so it was okay for me.
Even though my space is smaller. I am enjoying having my closet in the same room and I can see all of my shoes in one place and that makes me happy. (sad thing to admit. But terribly true)