Querencia- The Sense of Place (brainstorm)

            Whenever I feel like I can’t handle the world, I go up to my kingdom (more commonly known as my dad’s office). It’s not much. There’s a clock on the right wall, a lamp near his desktop, a small closet on the left, and opposite of his large, wooden desk is a window overlooking Pearl Harbor. Walking in, I can smell the subtle scent of lemons. As if scheduled, I sit down in his grey, bumpy chair less than a minute later. My dad isn’t home much, so I could come and go as I please. It’s a quiet place to think or dream, even imagine the craziest things ever. The almost silent hum of the fan encourages creativity and freedom, making me forget everything that’s been on my mind. It’s my personal liberation spot, and I truly couldn’t ask for more.