You know when you have a new friendship or relationship and for some reason you form a vague mental image about what the other person's residence looks like, but you really have no idea? I remember it being a much bigger deal in middle school or high school, but seeing someone's room was like adding a piece to the puzzle that makes them who they are. I really didn't have a choice of rooms in Copenhagen, but for this semester I am quite content with my little yellow box that I have all to myself (unlike the dorms at FIT, where I share a bathroom). Enough said.
A little home aesthetic..