One’s space, a location one likes or frequently habitats for reasons known to them.My space is a place not far from campus, “Bank of America”. I enter the room and am greeted by an immediate sense of wealth. I can see the box shaped machines which holds the money of many, and allows transactions to be made with a haste from the average businessman to the broke student. The floor is smooth and solid as soon as you enter through the front door; “marble” i think it must be. A little bit farther from the entrance and i can see a welcoming atmospheric setting ahead. There’s a rug, a sofa, and a table, all warm colored giving off a subtle calm vibe. The mood put off is very comforting as i would imagine one would prefer being before entering one of the cubicles that line the far end of the room. Inside the cubicles i can see a desk and two chairs. Inside the same room there is a computer with mountains of paper around it. There’s not much in these rooms as the design is straight to business like it’s purpose. The most interesting thing about the cubicles is that they have blinds, presumably to shield the sight of onlooker and provide a sense of security. One can only imagine all the different types of experiences one can have in this facility. I find comfort in this space knowing that i don’t have to visit it that it often. Every time I do visit, I leave with no sense of despair or worry, because i feel like everything will be alright.