The Shrine

Now that I'm back living at home, I not only have very limited breathing space but also lack the space for all my things. I share a room with items that once fit comfortably into my parents' old house - easily four times bigger than their new house - and my recently deceased grandmother's bits and pieces that Mother refuses to throw away.

So my bed has become like a shrine to my new full-time occupation of job hunting and self discovery. I use every corner, ledge and surface I can find to store books, application forms, letters - whatever necessary to get me out of this little space.