A question I was wondering...where does everyone here go when life gets just a little to stressful, and you need to just escape? Where is your proverbial happy place?
My happy place: is my favorite coffee shop here in town...it's warm, cozy, has great hours, and has board games. If I'm not interested in taking my laptop along and using their wireless Internet access while I'm sipping my java, it's easy to find someone with a chess board, a crib board, or any other game, waiting on a challenger. All in all, it's a fun place, and it's very much worth the 45 minute cycle there if things get stressed.
Tied for second place are my church (though that's only on Sundays) or in my own bedroom, huddled in a blanket, playing a game or watching a movie.
Where is everyone elses' happy places?
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My new house comes with a small studio set up by the previous owner. It's a perfect geek room. The plentiful shelf space allows mucho display for my figures and comics. I have my PC in there and my drawing table. It's a Man Lair.
One item my wife and I agreed on in the new house is a Get The Hell Away Room, where we can close the door and be alone. This room would be legal for when we argue or when the other just wants to be alone. However, the house has TWO of them: one for me and one for her, and they are on opposite ends of the house.
This quickly became my hidey hole and happy place.
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I've been known to lock myself in my bedroom and either turn on my MP3 playlist or turn on the TV while I huddle under the covers. My bed's not particularly comfortable, but there's just something about getting under some blankets that's always comforting.
After the kids go to bed. After the wife has fallen asleep on the couch. That's when I sit on the floor in front of the TV and read a book and watch anime. If the anime is boring, I may read several chapters. If the anime is good, I may only read during commercials. But *that* is my decompression time, when I don't think deep thoughts and I don't feel deep feels. That's my happy place.
Of course, I should be doing laundry....
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Originally posted by AWArulzMy car. When I need to get away, I get in there and go. The tunes can be played or not.
Of course, it's getting expensive to be alone.
I agree. Turn off the cell, find a back road (plenty in western KS) and just look around and appreciate the landscape and the realtive quiet.
A church, not just mine, also has a calming effect. When my wife and I were in Ireland and G.B. there was something magical about the churches and monastaries, especially when you are in one around 1000 years old.
There is an amazing cliff in my area. I go and sit there, admiring the view. I've done it since I was a teenager, and I've actually left little items there in the cracks, kind of as tokens or mementos. There is a lot of me invested there. One time I was sitting there looking into the distance and an old man came up. He asked "Are you lost and undone?" I said yes, I guess I was. He then just thoughtfully said "This is a good place to commune with the spirits," took a few moments of silence, then walked away. It was awesome.
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I have two answers. The first would probably be my car, where I just hit the road hard and enjoy.
Otherwise, my happy place is found within when I take long walks or go on a jog, hell when I'm mowing. I often find with some mild exertion, I can become lost in my thought and just let the world roll of my back.
I agree with Rinberg. When I come home from work, I eat dinner with the kids (4 of them) and my wife. I then help clean the kitchen, bath and play with the kids, do homework with the two in school and read stories. One one at a time, the bedtime routine starts. First the 1 year old, then the two year old and then the 6 and 7 year olds. Then my wife and I clean up the house and I usualy start a load of laundry and the dishwasher. She either falls asleep on the couch or heads to bed. When that happens, I am no longer in boss/father/husband mode and can either get lost in a show or fold some laundry or just channel surf. My happy place is usually my den. My night ends with checking in on each of the kids, getting my suit picked out for work the next day, locking up the house and going to sleep.
It isn't much bit it is my time and there isn;t any other place on earth I would rather be. It is quite comforting to know your family is safe, secure and asleep. I wouldn't trade it for the world!
of course, when the kids are sick, I would trade it for ANY place in the world!
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Kind of odd, but thrift stores. Or at least on the road to and from. Maybe it's just the wanderlust that gives me the idea ("hey, while I'm out here, I might as well...") but sitting back and taking in miles of asphalt... aaaaaahhhh.
For me, it's the basement. I love the peace and quiet folding laundry, with the TV on, or sorting through all the free groceries I got with all the coupons, figuring out what gets donated to the food pantry, soup kitchen, or stays with us.
When I have had a particularly awesome shopping week (like 500 boxes of free oatmeal), I'll spend hours sorting through everything.
The basement is where I get to putter around and replace/sharpen mower blades, rewire lamps, wrap presents, and just plain appreciate my stuff.
At the same time, when I get alone time in the kitchen and get to bake a few dozen muffins, cupcakes, brownies, or homemade bread - it's definitely a happy place. Usually it'll be when I'm making something for someone else, but there's a huge sense of accomplishment when everything comes out right. Especially when I don't make anything at work.
Rinberg and Wpob have it right, just taking time to NOT have to do anything, but getting to take time doing something you feel like, knowing the family is safe and sound, is great.
I've always said that my happy place is the ballpark. Any ballpark will do. I've always been able to find peace watching baseball. From PETCO Park, to Fenway, to Spring Training in Peoria, AZ, to watching SDSU at Tony Gwynn Stadium, nothing makes me relax more.
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My happiest places in most cases, my room at home, when I'm giant cartoon character, or when I can go to someone else's house and not tell anyone I'm there because I don't want to be bothered by the "outside" world. I guess mine are really simple...nothing exciting.
On rare occasion a walk somewhere becomes one of those happy places too.
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