My Favorite Room
There are many places one could live in the world. Every person likes to be in a place where he/she can be comfortable and – if possible – also to design the style and layout. To some extent the size and shape of the available space influences the choice of furnishings and the decor in general. This essay describes the place where I am staying and the room there that I like best.
I live in my own place, which is a townhouse shared with my brother-in-law. I especially like my bedroom because I designed it myself and chose the furniture and the colors, including the soft cream colored wall-to-wall carpet, so that it gives me a place to relax when I tire of the noise and activity in other parts of the house or outside.
My really comfortable queen size bed takes away all the aches and pains from my body when I lay down on it. On either side I have night stands with cute soft lights. To the right side of my bed I have a huge mirror that reflects the light from my window, with my closet behind it. Also, I have a nice padded black leather swivel chair and small glass-topped desk where I have my laptop computer which I use to chat with my family – especially my wife. I also use the computer for all my homework and other school projects.
On the white painted wall I have hung a huge framed picture of my large family, placed directly in my view so that when I wake up each morning, I can say “good morning my lovely family”. Finally, I have placed some gorgeous vases with multi-colored, sweet-scented flowers in front of my large bedroom window that overlooks the garden and the woods and lake beyond. In this room I have total freedom to do what I want, without consulting anyone else. Sometimes I sing loudly to express my current feelings, whether they be ones of happiness or otherwise. In this place I can escape into my dreams and re-live my happy memories. I make plans for what I want to do and where I want to be in the years ahead.
Of course there are times when being alone in my room and without any social interaction means that I may dwell on the fact that I am here alone – living away from my wife and family. It is then that I become very sad and have doubts about why I am here, and question whether I would in fact be happier if I gave up my studies and returned to be with my family full time.
Whilst the quiet and solitude I enjoy helps me to study, there are often times when I really do feel lonely. Sometimes I feel the urge to just drop everything and share the evening with my brother-in-law, then remember that he works nights and is usually not in the house when I am (and vice versa).
At those times I do especially miss my wife and family; having the place to myself then seems more of a punishment than a privilege. I really miss being in our own home, hearing the chatter of the children, smelling the dinner cooking in our simple kitchen and hearing my wife singing to herself as she works at her chores.
When I go through these times of loneliness and self-doubts, my house then feels more like a prison and my room nothing more than a cell in its solitary confinement wing. I curse the solitude and long for the everyday hustle and bustle that “normal” families enjoy and probably take for granted.
The peace and quiet that I am normally grateful for then seems merely to emphasize that my loved ones are far from me and that I cannot just give them a hug or observe them in the ups and downs and ordinary trivia of their lives.
My comfortable surroundings then seem of little value in comparison with what I have left behind, even though I know deep down that in the longer term I am doing what is best for us all.
