Thursday, November 15, 2012

Safe Spaces

My friend Winnie and I were talking about what we do when we're stressed and need a space to feel safe. She goes into corners, and kinda tucks her head down. Like the kids who get bullied in movies. I tried it out, but thought that was ridiculous. Then I realized that I hide in my closet. Literally.

To be fair, my closet happens to be the safest space on campus. For one, it's ridiculously warm. I can't explain why it's that warm, but it is. Also, it's big enough to fit in comfortably. Also, all my coats are there, and they're soft. Also, it's dark, which is nice when I need to be all by myself. Also, it feels like Narnia.

Sometimes I still really struggle with not having space to call my own. Since I was little, I've always needed time to be alone, and space to call my own. Basically space where I could be sure I'd be alone. I've more or less adjusted since coming to college, but when I'm feeling too surrounded by people, I go hide in my closet. We're going to pretend that's normal.

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Day 13: I am thankful for the poetry workshop that I applied and got into, and that I'll get to write lots of poetry next semester.
Day 14: I am thankful for the sunshine (and no snow) on campus.
Day 15: I am thankful for yesterday's light workload I had that let me have time to blow off everything and read The Hobbit in one sitting.

1 comment:

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