My family is… how do you say… Chronically Chaotic, and it’s made me a better person. When my WASP-y friends come to visit, they find my family a refreshing change from their ubiquitous (read: boring) Quiet Clean Household. They exhale. They spill. When I visit their families, I savor the silence.
It seems that everything I do is in response to having grown up in chaos. I love quiet places; I am always searching for peace. I especially love nooks– little places to curl up and hide from responsibility (or from messes, crying/fighting children, and so on). I’ve always kept my dorm room clean, probably because it was impossible to keep a clean room at home.
I’m spending a week at my parents’ house, so lately this has been my favorite place to work/read. It’s a sitting room that I painted and redecorated for them over Spring Break. Whenever I visit, I take this room on as my responsibility– to keep clean, to curl up and read in the sunlight.
I spent the last few days at my cousins’ farm– which meant, any time indoors was spent on this day bed. For good reading spots, windows are a must. A good green view makes daydreaming easier, and sunlight is easier on the eyes if I’m reading a book. Also required: squishy pillows and a harmonious color scheme.