They say that true happiness is a state where reality is better than your dreams. That was exactly how I felt when I woke up in my new bedroom four years ago. Happiness is, perhaps, how blessed I feel since that day every time I find myself recapturing the moments I lived alone or with my friends in a room I can call mine because it is, indeed, an extension of myself. The creation of a teenage room would have sounded simple to any interior designer. A teenager could not really ask for more than a place to sleep and study. Yet, the mission set for Stavriana seemed impossible. It demanded the transformation of a garage into a modern room where a teenage girl could live, dream, make decisions, cry, smile, laugh, rethink, reproach, revaluate. In other words, it demanded the creation of a room where a teenager could transform into an adult. Stavriana’s dynamic commitment to the task was impressive and our cooperation was successful precisely because she could see what I wanted before I did, and she could visualize the transformation before I even had the time to think about it. In a matter of a week, the cold and dull garage was replaced by a cozy, colorful room that could serve any person’s functional, psychological and aesthetic personal needs. In my case, the room not only served my personal needs, but also kindly embraced my social life. Suddenly, it became a place for gatherings, sleepovers and endless conversations. In fact, when the idea for a movie night comes up, the question is never the place but the time, because ‘Nikoletta’s palace,’ is always there waiting. A simple thank you to Stavriana would never be enough because she did a lot more than transforming a garage into a beautiful room, she transformed a girl into an adult and a dream into a reality.