Megan Geers- My wilderness is my room!

So if the wilderness is supposed to be a scary unknown, unsettled place then one could argue that the dorm rooms on campus are unknown territory, just that. White washed bricks and plain wooden desks make the room at first glance look like a prison. It scared me that the next few months I would be expected to concentrate in this bare white life-less room. But I'm sure if the walls could talk they would tell at least a few years of history, but so would the woods outside right? I had to cover the walls with some type of color so now posters line my walls along with a number of knick-knacks that mean something to me. So I guess one could digress that now my scary wilderness room has been transported into a place of sacred security. Now I feel safe here...how strange. I take for granted that the room used to be unknown and scary to me and it could have been any room in this building but by luck of the draw it was this second-story room. How weird is it that places can change connotations so fast?