The Art of the Common Place

            For me, in the thought of them will always be the sense of the joyful sunrise with which I found them—the sense that came suddenly to me then that the world is blessed beyond my understanding, more abundantly than I will ever know.  This line made me think of where my native place would be, no place better than my room.  It gives me a place of better understanding, and also a lot of confusion at times.  My room is where I feel at peace from a lot of things. I am in private and I have a lot of memories in my room, whether it be pictures of my friends, or the smell of my favorite candle.  I have had many sleepovers with friends in my room, some, maybe not as welcomed as I had wished, but what can I say my parents’ bedroom is on the other end of the house.  One of my windows overlooks the street; I can always see who is pulling up and who is driving by.  I now get to hear the sound of my younger brother’s loud exhaust that he received for Christmas whenever he pulls up, I get the great awakening whenever he pulls up at 3am from wherever he was, but at least I know he made it home that night.

Cup half full of oj, sound of police & fire scanner from downstairs, basket of clean clothes- need to be folded #nativeplace #twitterive

Sound of clock ticking per second, papers scattered across the floor, so many memories #nativeplace #twitterive

Cozy bed, pictures of family and friends, smell of vanilla cupcake candle, sunlight shining in window #nativeplace #twitterive