Hmmmm…I’ve been trying to think of one… In the terms of a normal real life place, I am a bit of nesting type person – I need to make changes to the place to feel comfortable in it, MY changes. I’ve got to change the colour scheme, or place the vase on the other shelf, I’ve got to move furniture into another corner or hang an ornament on the wall. Then I would feel comfort and belonging…
I like my office desk. I feel comfortable. Maybe because I’m sharing it with 2 happy dragons and many other cute tiny creatures from kinder-surprise chocolate eggs. [*yes, I’m that immature to buy those explicitly for the excitement of finding out the toy]
Although the walls around my desk are covered in all sorts of wierd stuff like lists of ports and switches, etc, there are also Windows Haiku [courtesy of PredatorEd!] and few Office Wizdoms, and a nice calendar with the photoshots of St.Petersburgh’s Winter Palace, and few postcards from my friends, and some funny Windows error messages to read when you’ll get fed up with the real one…Now – that’s a lot of walls, eh? Basically, pretty “normal” girly workplace and I like it, coz everything in its chaos has been placed in that order with my own hands.
I like my little computer room at home. I feel comfy there too. It is not cramped with anything unnecessary, just the things that in current use. Actually, in our family I’m the one who is always getting rid of Things. I can throw away even useful stuff, if only they would let me! I hate it when surrounded with past years magazines, dried out ball pens and I don’t like pictures of me or anyone else – a painful reminder of what you used to be and will never be again…
I have one other place where I can feel really good - its my garden…its not finished to perfection yet, but some time it will be. It is simple, pretty plain, nothing extra original, and the most important –of low maintenance…as much as gardening goes, I believe that it is something that you should enjoy. I enjoy sitting in my garden, watching over noble grasses and a fruit trees. And that’s precisely what I would do when in the garden. I enjoy it.
These are places, pieces of my life, where I feel being myself, being comfortable to be myself…
Do I feel comfortable with my thoughts? Does it feels – home – inside my mind? Would my dreams and fantasies be all – in the right places? Am I enjoying being with myself? I can only tell, that if my brains wouldn’t be constantly working, solving puzzles of life; if my mind won’t be bringing up crazy ideas all the time; if my fantasies won’t be flying too high, that I can’t catch them; if my striving to do so many things wouldn’t be completely out of a real time frames, then I would feel pretty much not myself.
Whatever there is inside my head – I feel comfortable with everything. Even if sometimes it feels hard or confusing or scary.