When I was growing up, one of my favorite things to do was to sit down with house plan books and to look at different layouts. I would imagine what each room would look like, and how it would be decorated. Which would be my favorite place to spend time? What would the lot look like? Where in the world would it be, and how would that impact the landscaping? What color schemes and decor would be featured in each house?
As with my nature, every house I looked at on paper had a different feel to it - and none of them was favored more than the other (as you know, I don't make up my mind easily). I loved the houses for different reasons. Even if they were on paper and in my mind.
I often wonder how many of those houses actually ever got built by anyone. And if they didn't, how the architect may have felt about that particular snub to their work. But, in my mind, those houses lived. They were built, if not in reality, then in my conscious.
|And I just got sidetracked because over at|
they have ALL my favorite character's layouts.
Even Golden Girls and Will and Grace!
I never had an affinity for one room over another until I became a teenager. That's when my bedroom became my sanctuary. Everything I ever wanted lived in that room. My water bed, my cat, my favorite videos, my books. Everything I wanted to keep close to me. It was all there.
Now that I am older, you would think that my favorite room would have changed to the kitchen or living room, since I have a house of my own. But, instead, I find myself still captivated by my bedroom. My pillows. My blankets (especially the heated one in the winter). My retreat.
The revelation surprises me, because I find that I haven't changed all that much. But then also doesn't surprise me, because I am a creature who loves warmth, comfort, familiarity, safety and surety. And those things can only be found in my dreams.
What is your favorite room in your house? Did it change if you moved? Have you lived in one place your whole life?