My Room : My Favorite Place In The World

When you first walk into my room to the left there is a blue and black trampoline chair. Across the room there is a pick trampoline chair. Near the door of my room to the right there are 3 posters and my art table. Next to my blue chair I have a desk that's lined up with my bed. At the foot of my bed is my dresser and TV. Near the TV is my final table with my Playstation and sewing machine on

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

5. A bedroom could be a place where there is relaxation or quiet. The chance to take a nap and cuddle with a favorite stuffed animal. It is fun to sit on the bed and paint each fingernail or toenail a different color. A great time to watch favorite television shows or movies is in the bedroom. This is a place to curl up in bed and read a book. The bedroom is a great place to take a nap, read a book, watch television or just be

I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.

When choosing what to put in my house I thought of the of my favorite hobbies and things that I would love to have in my own house, after brainstorming I made sure to add a study/library, a music room, a home theater, an art room, and of course, a hot tub. I don’t have a specific favorite room, but my favorite is tied between the art room between and the study/library. The art room is a favorite of mine because in my vision of it I would have all the expensive pencils, paints, and tools. The study is also a favorite of mine because I love to read and write. I would most likely spend more than 75% of my time in their whenever I’m not a work. Since I was a little kid the amount of books I own has always been an inconvenience. I always run out of space on my bookshelf and I have to start stacking, which leads to books being in random places of my room and left around the house. I would have broad floor to ceiling bookcases, hopefully I’d never have to worry about running out of space again.

My favourite place in the world is Camp Hurontario located in the Georgian Bay directly next to the Massassauga provincial park. This is an area that I feel very strongly about because of the influential effect it has had on my life and the way it makes me feel whenever I go back. When choosing Camp Hurontario as my favourite place I went back to look at our class definitions on the ideas of place and space to help my choice. “Place is defined as a portion of geographical space occupied by a person or thing”(Duncan 1981), structured by the locale, location and the structure of feeling. Using the idea of place outlined by Duncan above I can define my favourite place through landscape, culture, and history.

But this particular room was my room, the crazy color combination of purple walls and lime green accent pieces reflected my wild and crazy personality. My room, neat and organized, displayed the many different stages in my life and who I was becoming as a person. My room was not only a safe haven for me to escape from the world and my very loud family. But it was also a place where Braxton could feel safe and secure too. Braxton did not mind the crazy colors or even the different things neatly displayed around my room. He just wanted a quiet place to sit for a while to escape the chaotic routine of my family. Although hidden, his favorite place to sit was on that lime green shag rug in the corner of my room. He would often sit there for a while, quietly hidden away from others, playing with his toes or the stringy texture of my rug. A lot of things have changed these last ten months. My room has been totally remodeled and I have even put away that old shag rug, but the one thing that will never change throughout time is our

Everyone has their place some may be secret some may not be so secret. They might be more obvious than others, they can be close or far. It can be a getaway from the daily stress of day to day life but everyone has at least one. I consider it my home it’s where my heart is it is where I can fully relax and become the true Melissa. It brings me peace and tranquility like nothing else in my life can. My secret place and home is Palmer, Alaska.

Ding. Her phone lit up in happiness with the excitement of having a new message to share with her. Jackie looked over at her phone that was sitting on blue desk in the far corner of her room. Her room was a blue green with bright purple stripes on the back wall. Her comforter cover was bright yellow and she had three pillows on her bed all with different colored pillow cases on them. Jackie loved her room. It was bright and colorful. It had every memory Jackie had ever had stored in it. Whether that memory was in a drawer or taped onto the wall with neon pink duct tape, that memory was still in her room. Jackie considered her room the perfect reflection of herself, in fact, Jackie believed that her room was her. Jackie made her way over to

The master ensuite, the giant play area that every kid loves. In my eyes, the bed was a huge lake that I could swim laps in. It was big enough for all imaginative adventures to come to life. The plush comforter covering the egyptian silk sheets topped with feather filled pillows was like diving in a pot of cotton candy. I knew it as the central headquarters. It was the bed I run to when I had nightmares, the bed I sleep in when I got sick, the bed I go to when I want extra snuggling. It was the fun of the party but every time I stood on the bed I hear the grown, stern voices from every angle warning me to be careful. Having fun is always healthy as a child but being wise and listening to crucial advice

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare

Words like cozy, calm, and memories can be used to describe my special place. A special place depends on the individual you are referring to. To me a special place allows the person to be happy and sad at the same place. This is where all realms of memories are made, allowing the individual to be able to reflect on them when entering that special atmosphere. In the warm summers I sit in our lawn with my dog as the cool wind blows, a feeling falls over me thinking about why I love my home and property so much and that I'm so very thankful to have it. I zone out for hours thinking about all the time that I have spent there with my family and friends. While I never regret any of the memories I have made, I cherish all of them and hold them close to my heart.

The place where I feel the most comfortable, and show my personality, is my bedroom. This is the place where I can really be myself and do what I want; it’s the place I come home to, and wake up every day. My room makes me feel comfortable because it is my own space. My house is always crazy, with my dog barking, and my siblings running around making noise, my room is the only place in the house where I can come and relax without caring about everything else, the only place that I can go to clear my mind.

One place that I see every day but don’t put much attention to is my house. The house that I live in is near by a park and a gas station. My house is small and cozy is made of steel frames, the anterior part of the house has a beige and pink color that combine a beautiful shade. The inside of my house has many portraits of family members and drawings. I have a total of two bathrooms and four rooms a kitchen and two living rooms. We have a living room that’s used for grown-ups and the other one is used for the children. The kitchen table and chairs are made of wood, in the ceiling there is big chandelier. The walls of my house are painted in different colors that are green, beige and pink. I like that every room has its own different color, it’s not boring it brings life and shade.

My bedroom is a very special and different room. Thriugh the day it's a relaxing sanctuary but through the night where all my wildest dream and fantasy's can be let loose into the tender world.