For many years my bedroom has been a hole for me to exist in. As a teenager living at home I spent as much time in my bedroom as possible to avoid my family (who were most likely "ruining my life") and then I moved to University in Reading, Berkshire, and lived in student halls which essentially means that the bedroom is the only space that is actually yours. In student halls you end up storing your favourite mug, your damp towels, your takeaway remnants from the night before and your entire wardrobe all within a metre reach from you.
After I graduated I lived in a few small flats and, again, it was difficult to get out of the habit of spending the weekend locked in my bedroom watching films and reading. Now that I am a home owner (that still sounds weird out loud) I have decided to make more of an effort to make my bedroom a sanctum of calm. I don't have much space to work with, but I think it's a good start!