An individual’s space is where they feel the most comfortable at. This place for me has changed by age. Originally it was the Library, which was a gargantuan cement building with miles, and miles of  wooden tombs for books of all kinds. Books the size of me, books smaller than mice, and books of every color of the rainbow. Now my personal space is my room. My room is set at the end of a one-story house on a hill in Atlanta,Ga. My room is the perfect space. It’s a dark,quiet, warm, spacious place where I can just sleep, and eat whenever I want. Whenever I don’t feel well, or am in a bad mood, I sit in my room , and just meditate. My room is covered with shades, and curtains in both of the windows in my room, so that in the cases of migranes, or other emergencies which could put my sanity in danger, I can just cover the windows and sit in absolute silence, and solitude.

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