After nearly two weeks of intensive two-men construction labor so that I can have my own room after 21 years on the floor, the walls and ceiling are finally complete — and I finally occupied my personal den. I still sleep on the floor because there is no bed yet for me, and despite the floor’s unpolished look, the broken door and the high temperature during day and night — that didn’t stop me from occupying it — because now, I have my own room and I’m proud of it.
Where Did I Find The Money
Actually, I did not. In my previous post announcing that I will have my own room, I explicitly mentioned that I’ve run out of budget for other things besides the plastering or finishing of the wall, and I wondered if someone would be interested to sponsor a bucket of paint for my room — no one did — so I have to find my own way to complete the walls — for the very least. I asked my mother if she could use her credit card to buy the materials needed for painting. She is always scared of bills. A matter of fact, for many years she had avoided to use her credit card. Since needs arise this time and considering that I don’t have my own credit card, she agreed to use it but she told me that I have to pay her the equivalent amount of the painting materials on my next pay. I found that better that nothing so I said yes and I got the materials.
The Painting Process
Here are the pictures in the past days when two of our neighbors (who learned painting self-taught) painted my room’s walls. I chose a very light skyblue color because it’s easy on the eyes and very relaxing. Be sure to check how the previous walls look like before the painting and how it improved as shown on the pictures below.
I want to be in comfort while working in my room and as of the moment that is currently not the case. Like working outside the house as before, it is still hot here and I still have quite a few gripes. Hopefully in the forthcoming months I can get myself an aircon, a small single-sized bed, apply tiles on the floor and fix the door. I guess there’s more work left to do — but at least, I have a room now, after 21 years sleeping on the floor in our living room.