Have you ever been in a place that you are so familiar with that if the lights went out you would still know your way around? That’s how I feel about my familiar place. This place is where I can come to relax after a long day. Even though I can come here to relax and clear my mind alone doesn’t always mean that it’s peaceful. At time it can get crazy, with traffic contently running in and out. I’m going to describe this as the many moods of my bedroom. When my room is in a good mood it is a clean, neat, and a very organized place but the moods can change in a second. On the other hand when my room is in a bad mood everything about it feels different. Clothes, shoes and a shaggy white dog are laying all over the floor. At this point my room is unbearable and almost impossible for me to walk in. When I open the curtains allowing the light to shine in it shows the true beauty. Another mood is what I call the studio mood. This out of all the mood is my favorite. A singer sewing machine sits on a crowed table overlooked by a tall lamp. Mountains of different texture fabrics lay on the floor, they are all black and the only contrast is a white shaggy dog that accompanies them. In this mode my room is peaceful and my hands are at work with only the sounds of the sewing machine.
This might sound crazy but just below a familiar place is a strange place. My basement is a familiar place but at the same time very strange. Just from a switch of a light on to off it becomes a strange place, a whole different place. It is an outcast from every room in my house. It’s all just behind a finished door in the kitchen which leads down into this place. Old wooden stairs lead down into the darkness. The smell of old fills the air even before you start walking down the stairs. It’s always so cold, which always makes me feel unwelcomed. The floor is made of cement which also isn’t very welcoming. Storage bins are stacked all along the walls. An old wooden and metal table is nailed to the cement floor. The table looks creepy maybe used by a killer in a scary movie. The wall are also cement with only a small window carved into them. I can’t forgot about the long dark hall that leads to the backdoor. If it was up to me I would never go back there but the washer and dryer are sitting there lonely. The old wooden door doesn’t open, it swallow shut from the weather. I can’t remember the last time we used it. There is a window on the door bigger than the window in the actual basement. Sunlight peeks in during the day but at night there is nothing but total darkness. Unless of course you turn on the light and everything becomes so familiar.
This might sound crazy but just below a familiar place is a strange place. My basement is a familiar place but at the same time very strange. Just from a switch of a light on to off it becomes a strange place, a whole different place. It is an outcast from every room in my house. It’s all just behind a finished door in the kitchen which leads down into this place. Old wooden stairs lead down into the darkness. The smell of old fills the air even before you start walking down the stairs. It’s always so cold, which always makes me feel unwelcomed. The floor is made of cement which also isn’t very welcoming. Storage bins are stacked all along the walls. An old wooden and metal table is nailed to the cement floor. The table looks creepy maybe used by a killer in a scary movie. The wall are also cement with only a small window carved into them. I can’t forgot about the long dark hall that leads to the backdoor. If it was up to me I would never go back there but the washer and dryer are sitting there lonely. The old wooden door doesn’t open, it swallow shut from the weather. I can’t remember the last time we used it. There is a window on the door bigger than the window in the actual basement. Sunlight peeks in during the day but at night there is nothing but total darkness. Unless of course you turn on the light and everything becomes so familiar.