She took one last look around her childhood bedroom. It’s bare walls and lack of belongings scattered about gave her a little shiver. Just last week she had been unpinning posters off the walls and packing her possessions into boxes. Her graduation pictures, which had been the latest editions, were now shoved into the pages of her new textbooks. The posters of all the concerts that she had attended throughout high school were rolled up and stored in the attic. The bookshelf she had built herself in middle school was already on its way its new home. The only remaining furniture was the twin sized bed frame she had had since elementary school. With one final look she turned, ending one chapter and beginning another.