Before I was born, I was fortunate enough to have loving parents who crafted a bedroom for me. A beautiful wooden cradle, a comfy rocking chair, a hutch, and a toy box with bears painted on it were just a few of the things I was blessed with having as an infant. Over the years, my bedroom has not only evolved, but has also become my sanctuary and a huge part of my life. Everyone needs to take a break from the stressfulness of their own life, once in a while. When I ask myself where the best place to do this is, I do not have to think for more than an instant. My happy place is my bedroom, its comfortable vibe, memories, and frequent visitors give me a sense of happiness like no other.
Many people, including myself, do not find comfort in many things or places around the world. The thought of escaping to my room after a long day of work, school, and socializing is such a relief. The quiet atmosphere gives me a sense of calmness, peace, and happiness. As I lay on my flower filled comforter spread across my queen sized bed, I almost feel as if I am a queen in this mini kingdom I have created. I spend many nights home alone in my bedroom sitting at my blue, wooden desk thinking back to when I was a child and everything was so much simpler. Somehow those thoughts give me a sense of comfort, maybe because I have lived such a great life the past eighteen years in my sanctuary of a bedroom. For me, my bedroom is a comfortable place to unwind alone in a quiet environment after the hassle of a long day.
A memory is the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information, also known as something remembered from the past. As I look around my bedroom I see artwork I have created in the numerous art courses I have taken, my belongings that I have accumulated over the years, and an overload of photos. Memories, good or bad, stick with us throughout our lives, but we get to choose which ones we want to be reminded of.
