When reading this prompt, I am immediately transported to my childhood bedroom. On one of my walls, practically every inch of the wall is covered with several hundred photos worth of pictures that have been chosen, printed, and taped up over the course of four years. The pictures mainly consist of my favorite humans, art pieces, films, and nature spots. It is a great depiction of my strong interests both in general and specific ways. Comparing my definition of hoarding to collecting or just simply owning things is the distinction that hoarding has the ability to destroy multiple facets of a person’s life including their ability to live in the space, work, or family. Being that this is not the case for my photo collection, I would not say that I am a hoarder. However, there does lie a great deal of anxiety about any sort of parting or destruction to my photos. For example, I did take photos of that specific wall and nothing else in my room, in case I missed it while being here at Hampshire. Creating something similar even in a small capacity was my greatest priority when it came to room decorating. I spent the last week before coming here choosing my absolute favorite photos to put on poster boards for hanging up here. However, having some emotional connection to one’s things is not out of the ordinary. Plus, if anything did ever happen to them, I do think I would learn to accept it being that the majority of photos I got online, so I still have access to them. Being that my items are up on a wall, and I feel like cleaning those is not at the top of most people’s cleaning lists, I would not consider this a lack of cleaning routines. While hoarding tendencies are common, I do not consider my photo wall to be a form of them.