I think by this point we can agree I had a somewhat unusual upbringing. As a result of this - I truly believed that my life was being affected by the direction of my bed, and what way I slept on my bed. I got this idea of feng shui from my parents, and always thought my life was a direct result of my furniture arrangement. For this reason, around the age of 5 I started rearranging my furniture. Everytime I would have a fight with a friend, or a bad game in one of my sports, I was convinced it was because of how my bed was facing.
I would like to say I grew out of this obsession, but no. It has been a pretty steady routine of furniture moving for me since I was about 5. Since I moved back from London to Hamilton, I moved into the smallest bedroom in the house - which allows me very little option for my bed arrangement. Lately I have been getting better at not needing to move all my furniture around - but it might be time to improve my feng shui again.... in conclusion (again), I was the weirdest child alive.
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