January 2, 2025 "favorite room"
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I suppose it's my living room, I spend most of my waking time there, whether working or not, when not at the office. I have a large, comfortable sofa so I can get wrapped up in somatic relaxation, my TV and entertainment station (Xbox console, use it for everything from watching TV, Youtube etc, to playing games), table with my bits and bobs on, limestone fireplace but don't use it as the fire needs servicing and is an inefficient fuel guzzler anyway), a little bookcase, my printer in the corner.
I live in a one-bedroom apartment, so there aren't a lot of choices 
But I spend most of my time in my bedroom as opposed to the other room, whatever it's called. The kitchen is tiny and sort of part of the other room so it doesn't really count as a separate one, and the bathroom is pretty small and boring. I mostly just like to chill on my bed while I'm using my laptop. I used to even eat in my room, but I ended up seeing some mice around at one point, so I'm trying to be a lot more careful. (The exterminators came twice in the course of like 2 weeks, and I haven't seen one in a few months now.)
My bed takes up most of the space, then there's a little shelf(?) thing that I put my lamps, a few of my bigger Squishmallows, and some nail stuff on there. I only have lamps because there's no actual light in the ceiling in the bedroom for some reason. Then I have a clothes hamper up against the wall next to the closet, but it's tight with my bed and I have to squeeze past to get to the bathroom.
My bed is the most comfortable place in my apartment, and I don't have a couch or anything like that. I also have 2 Tottenham flags in my room. One is for the LGBTQ+ supporters club (Proud Lilywhites) and the other is a flag from my local supporters club from a few years ago. The chairman usually gives somebody the old season's flag when the new one comes in, and I was there that day and got it.
But I spend most of my time in my bedroom as opposed to the other room, whatever it's called. The kitchen is tiny and sort of part of the other room so it doesn't really count as a separate one, and the bathroom is pretty small and boring. I mostly just like to chill on my bed while I'm using my laptop. I used to even eat in my room, but I ended up seeing some mice around at one point, so I'm trying to be a lot more careful. (The exterminators came twice in the course of like 2 weeks, and I haven't seen one in a few months now.)
My bed takes up most of the space, then there's a little shelf(?) thing that I put my lamps, a few of my bigger Squishmallows, and some nail stuff on there. I only have lamps because there's no actual light in the ceiling in the bedroom for some reason. Then I have a clothes hamper up against the wall next to the closet, but it's tight with my bed and I have to squeeze past to get to the bathroom.
My bed is the most comfortable place in my apartment, and I don't have a couch or anything like that. I also have 2 Tottenham flags in my room. One is for the LGBTQ+ supporters club (Proud Lilywhites) and the other is a flag from my local supporters club from a few years ago. The chairman usually gives somebody the old season's flag when the new one comes in, and I was there that day and got it.
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It’s not the house I live in now, but the one I grew up in.
My bedroom was already huge, but one entire wall was just mirrored closet doors, which made it look even bigger, and another wall was mostly a sliding glass door that led into the backyard.
I’d leave the sliding door open while I slept during warm weather, and both my parents and the neighbors had jasmine growing in the backyard so it would fill my room with the scent.
The yard was really just an extension of my room. You could get to it from a couple of gates, but the only way to get there from inside the house was through my room.
I found a few comfy chairs on the curb and put them in the yard for me and my friends to hang out, because nobody else used it and replaced them whenever it rained. As I got older, sneaking out was very easy since I had my own exit/entrance.
My bedroom was already huge, but one entire wall was just mirrored closet doors, which made it look even bigger, and another wall was mostly a sliding glass door that led into the backyard.
I’d leave the sliding door open while I slept during warm weather, and both my parents and the neighbors had jasmine growing in the backyard so it would fill my room with the scent.
The yard was really just an extension of my room. You could get to it from a couple of gates, but the only way to get there from inside the house was through my room.
I found a few comfy chairs on the curb and put them in the yard for me and my friends to hang out, because nobody else used it and replaced them whenever it rained. As I got older, sneaking out was very easy since I had my own exit/entrance.
My favorite room is my living room because it's comfortable and I pretty much have my usual spot on the love seat. Here's where I read my books, watch TV, talk with my daughter, pop in and out of the kitchen, and think about life. There's also a space where I decorate for each holiday, such as Valentine's coming up. Also, I'm lucky that after a few bad relationships, here is a place that everything in here I chose on my own and decorated as I wanted to.
Thanks to @Angie for opening and @Lane for tagging me. 
My bedroom. I'm learning to be less embarrassed about this, but i live in my dad's place, and even though it's technically my home, it feels more like it's his than mine. Every room's decorated his way, things are stored his way. And that's how it should be to me. Ever since i moved back in, i've felt more like a long-term guest who he's graciously given room and board to because i fell on hard times. I wouldn't want to take over his space and make it less his. With the sole exception of my bedroom, so that's the one room that feels really mine.
It's full of my things, it's decorated in ways i like, it has pictures of my mum up, and sentimental keepsakes i've amassed over the years. It's designed for the things i need to do on a regular basis, so it's set up to accommodate my OCD and make it easier to figure out things like clothes and do makeup. It's a bit chaotic and messy most of the time, but it reflects myself, cos i can be a bit of a chaotic mess too, especially now (How does that saying go: "a messy room is a sign of a busy mind"?) It isn't helped by the fact there's too much stuff for the space, i long ago ran out of available surface space. The room has my really extravagant PC setup that i spend most of my time on built around my bed. And it has my bed, obviously, which i find to be the safest, most comfortable place for me. For some reason, my IBS prefers the reclined position of my bed, so like toomuchreality, it's the best place to manage my pain, and i needed that during the worst of it to not be in constant agony.
Plus i have an electric blanket, which helps keep me warm better than anything else, which you desperately need in an old house like this in winter, even now the heating's working, but especially when it wasn't. I even got to choose the colours of the room when we moved in, so the room is various shades of grey. Which feels like a choice made by an outmoded version of myself, but at least it was some version of me who got to make that practical decision, cos it helps reduce the chance of getting headaches. I'll take it over the gaudy shades of white that both look boring and agitate my headaches.
My bedroom. I'm learning to be less embarrassed about this, but i live in my dad's place, and even though it's technically my home, it feels more like it's his than mine. Every room's decorated his way, things are stored his way. And that's how it should be to me. Ever since i moved back in, i've felt more like a long-term guest who he's graciously given room and board to because i fell on hard times. I wouldn't want to take over his space and make it less his. With the sole exception of my bedroom, so that's the one room that feels really mine.
It's full of my things, it's decorated in ways i like, it has pictures of my mum up, and sentimental keepsakes i've amassed over the years. It's designed for the things i need to do on a regular basis, so it's set up to accommodate my OCD and make it easier to figure out things like clothes and do makeup. It's a bit chaotic and messy most of the time, but it reflects myself, cos i can be a bit of a chaotic mess too, especially now (How does that saying go: "a messy room is a sign of a busy mind"?) It isn't helped by the fact there's too much stuff for the space, i long ago ran out of available surface space. The room has my really extravagant PC setup that i spend most of my time on built around my bed. And it has my bed, obviously, which i find to be the safest, most comfortable place for me. For some reason, my IBS prefers the reclined position of my bed, so like toomuchreality, it's the best place to manage my pain, and i needed that during the worst of it to not be in constant agony.
Plus i have an electric blanket, which helps keep me warm better than anything else, which you desperately need in an old house like this in winter, even now the heating's working, but especially when it wasn't. I even got to choose the colours of the room when we moved in, so the room is various shades of grey. Which feels like a choice made by an outmoded version of myself, but at least it was some version of me who got to make that practical decision, cos it helps reduce the chance of getting headaches. I'll take it over the gaudy shades of white that both look boring and agitate my headaches.
good morning cafe 🦦 Thank you for the mention @Lane. I thought of you when I saw that for Chinese NY this is the year of the snake, the article said it's about change.
Thank you @Angie. Are you feeling better - I hope so. Your question made me think of a book I want to re-read called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard? It's about how rooms and houses and spaces affect us.
I don't have my own place anymore; it doesn't feel like I can answer this quiestion. However I've sat here for almost an hour thinking about it.
Thank you @Angie. Are you feeling better - I hope so. Your question made me think of a book I want to re-read called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard? It's about how rooms and houses and spaces affect us.
I don't have my own place anymore; it doesn't feel like I can answer this quiestion. However I've sat here for almost an hour thinking about it.