The first private space of my own wasn't a dorm room; it was a hotel room in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There's a picture of my dorm room in the college yearbook as the most messy, most disgusting room on the Harvard campus, where I was an undergraduate.
I grew up in a two-bedroom house with my grandfather, my mom and dad and four kids. I slept on the couch or on the floor, and I always wanted to have my own space.
I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.
My room was a real way of expressing myself. It was like a little nest that I could settle into.
My EP, 'Room 93,' was all about isolation - it was based on the idea of being in a hotel room and being totally alone with yourself or that other person.
Growing up, I always wanted a bedroom of my own.
I was very shy and somewhat awkward. I studied too hard. And to have this exciting dorm life was a whole new thing.
I had a very unusual childhood in that I grew up on the Stanford campus and I never moved.
Growing up in Chadds Ford, Pa., I shuttled between studio space in my parents' house and my grandfather's studio just up the hill. It was a solitary childhood, but I loved it.
If I close my eyes, I can remember the first apartment where I lived with my family in Newark, N.J., in the late 1930s. The rooms were lined up like train cars - you had to go through one to get to another - and there wasn't any heat or hot water.