There are times when I need a place to go: a place to relax, to think, to quietly be. This spot has changed depending on where I am in my life: in my childhood, young adulthood, as a mother.
I remember growing up and finding a spot under the large trees in our back garden: we had five gum trees at the back that would sway in the wind. I enjoyed sitting under their cool shade and listening to the wind rustling through their leaves. Sitting there would help me to feel peaceful. It was a place away from the people I lived with, a place where I could read or sit and think.
When I moved into my own place, I lived alone. But still I found my favourite spot to be in my home: sitting with my legs up on the couch in the living area: reading and listening to music. The window would be open during the summer and a breeze would flutter in, cooling the space. The window was large and let in plenty of light. A bright, airy room that I enjoyed sitting in.
I have enjoyed visiting many places but my favourite spot has always been where I live: a place where I can relax, be myself, recharge myself for the days ahead. Even now as a wife and a mother, my favourite place to be is at home with my family: chatting together at the table, sitting together watching a film, or even relaxing on the sofa with a cup of tea and my book of the moment.
I have enjoyed many spots in my life: the tranquillity of the beach or a natural forest; the vibrancy of a festival; the the paved streets of Europe and the crowded pavements of a developing country; the genteel service of a five star restaurant and the flavours of a street market. But always my favourite is always the place where I go to at the end of my forays into the world: the home I have created where I lay my hat.
What is your favourite place?
(Join Jake every week for a theme for creative inspiration. This week’s prompt is Favourite Spot)
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2012