Years ago, my older brother and I shared a room. Eventually, However, we split up and I was put into my own room, to the happiness of both of us. He kept the old room and I got what used to be my sister’s room, and my sister moved into what was the playroom with my newborn sister. Another thing I need to mention is that my sisters’ room is huge, but that is appropriate because there are two of them and they have a lot of stuff. My brother’s room is small, and mine is a bit smaller. Our house was really poorly designed. Half of the second floor is comprised of the master bedroom and bathroom, and about a fourth is my sisters’ bedroom and a bathroom that all four kids must share. So, factoring in hallways, that makes our two rooms small. This was one of the reasons that we wanted to split rooms. He got the better room of the two, but I did not mind because it was my own room I was getting. Now, years later, said brother has gone off to college and I have been promised his room. My sister would like to split up with my other sister as well, but I have dibs on my older brother’s room, which means that I will get his and she will get mine. She prefers mine anyway, for some reason.
Here’s the problem: I walk into my brother’s room and It’s full of crap. I don’t mind having some of his stuff in there (I already agreed with him that he can keep some of his books for when he comes home in one of the two shelves) But I do mind not having any room on the dresser, desk, or either or the two bookcases (which he left behind completely filled) at all in which to put my things, or having an abundance of completely filled boxes under the bed. My mom has therefore concluded that before I can move in, we need to complete a room in the unfinished basement where we can set up a room for my brother, where we can move all his stuff into and where he can sleep when he visits during Christmas break or whatever (his college is within an hour or so’s drive). Previously the plan was to put the bed in my room back in my brother’s (they are bunk beds which have been separated) and when he visits we could share rooms for a few days on the bunk beds and, as for his stuff, we didn’t exactly realize how much crap (mostly papers he refuses to get rid of, maps and conlangs and such) he owned. This is all fine and good, right? let the guy live in a new basement room, right? That could do not harm, right? WRONG. In the ten years my family has lived in this particular house, we have built three walls and half-completed a bathroom in which we installed the shower knobs backwards. the idea of me ever getting that room before I head to college myself is now slim to none, unless I want to hold off on college for about seventy years.
I really want, and in many ways need, that room. My closet is stuffed with spy-gear crap from when I was little, and my mom says I can’t go through my possessions to pick what to throw away until I move, which means until I start to move I can’t use three-fourths of my closet. My bed is tiny and the mattress is quite uncomfortable (oddly enough his bed is bigger then mine, which is weird because they are separated bunk beds… this is because the top bunk was smaller because it was designed so that little kids could more easily climb the latter, which was tilted). Another point is that my dresser is so old, and the drawers, which are not on tracks or anything, can take two minutes each to open when full (they are seldom not full, as they are so small) as opposed to his dresser which has more drawers which are bigger and easier to open and close. Also, there is an old windows 95 PC set up in there, which is lots of fun to tinker around with because it has tons (upwards of 100) of awesome old games installed on it. My brother does not technically own it but somehow it got set up in his room and he messes with all the settings and password protects it, and says that he’ll give me the password when I move in. Also, because I am an avid reader and have no room for any bookshelves in my room, The best that I can do with my collection of books is stack them atop my sad excuse for a desk if there is room (which is rare) or on the floor in neat stacks and yell at people who walk too near them. this words okay, but it’s harder to dig through books which are stacked atop each other than it is to get a book out of books held upright among one another, and over time the books that get less use sink to the bottom of the pile get all dog-eared, which is, needless to say, unacceptable. He promised me one of the bookcases in that room, which is one of the things that I look forward to most eagerly, but it’s full of books and papers and I can’t use it because, not only is it occupied, but I’m not allowed to touch anything in his room at all (it is still HIS room, you know).
Forgive my whining, but I really need his room. what can I do to make it more possible f
