Thread: Tell me about your favorite place!

Tell me about your favorite place to be.

My favorite place is my very own back yard. I live in the desert and it was 113 degrees the other day but I have this big shade in my back yard. I also have an old chair that used to belong to my great grandmother. It's awesome. I can sit in the chair out there and think about absolutely nothing all damn day.

Sounds wonderful.

I would have to say that my room is my favorite place to be in. I Both start and end my day watching anime series on my computer, while sitting comfortable in my bead. It´s sort of a ritual for me.

otherwise, the forest is a wonderfull place to be in. Either walking my dog, running, jumping around or just laying on the soft moss, looking up into the sky and just relax, letting go of all negative thoughts.

In front of the computer or at the dog park. At the dog park I'm usually alone, I can let my dogs run loose while I practice tai chi. It's my favorite spot to practice, because its quiet, the ground is fairly flat, and it's a nice wide open space. A nice spot to spend time alone

The only concrete favorite place I have is my bedroom and, by extension, the apartment itself. I've always got my room as dark as possible (I'm a night person), and if I'm not chillin' on my computer, I'm either making music or playing a video game. It really is my sanctuary.

My other favorite "place" is more abstract, and ideally involves me driving lazily to school on a rainy winter day, sipping hot chocolate with the heater cranked up and listening to my favorite songs.

...And, after getting home from school, doing the exact same thing, only in my apartment instead of the car. I heart winter.

My favorite place is a desert island, with warm sand, a light breeze, the smell of ripening bananas, a fruity drink in one hand, and a gorgeous babe lying next to me. Palm trees dot the sand, and the rhythmic sound of the surf washing against the shore lulls me into a hypnotic trance. A seagull caws in the distance, and a few fluffy white clouds float lazily across the sky. Sunset approaches, and the shadows grow longer. The fat, red sun dips low on the horizon. A crescent shimmers briefly, then it is gone. A slight chill descends, and darkness creeps in at the edges. The seagulls retire for the evening, and I stir from my slumber. I make the voyage back to my lean-to, babe on my arm.

Yeah, I wish.

On the roof.
Any roof, I think.