I moved house a few months back, closer to the beach. It was only last week I noticed the beautiful light that enters my bedroom in the late afternoon.
I think, many years into adulthood, I can finally describe my bedroom as ‘grown-up’. I have the books I want read again and again, without any pretentious titles on my shelf in case of judgemental visitors. I make my bed each day (a recent habit) with beautiful, stiff linen. I keep my desk clutter-free, which is a challenging task when presented with a deadline, but nonetheless an important ritual.
This is my sanctuary.