My favorite place at school to write in is just in my bed. I have tried to reflectively write in sections of the library or in study lounges, but I can never seem to focus. In order to do my best writing it needs to be the only task on my mind, but in public places this is impossible. Whenever I get stuck while writing in my bed, there are personal objects around to distract me yet not lose my focus. In most instances, I look around my room at pictures or my clothes and imagine the people in them or put together new outfits in my head. While writing, it is easy to get stuck. The way to get past that is to limit yourself to a small break that won’t break your focus; this is what writing in my bed allows me to do.
The objects in my room tell countless different stories. All the pictures of so many different people in my life have the most meaning out of all the objects in my room. The wall is completely collaged of pictures, plane tickets, and name tags from so many experiences throughout my life. Many pictures and tickets bring me back to my family and help me when I realize how far apart we far. The pictures of my oldest friends and important people in my life from home allow me to still feel connected to them without having seen them. Pictures, for me, are a way to reflect upon my past and subsequently allow me to feel content in the present.
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