Querencia Draft

    "This place isn't home" I thought to myself as I entered into uncharted territory. My dad's apartment where I would be living since we moved from our old house to go to a better school. It was a boring set up. Bland, white walls and an empty bed was placed in the corner of the room. The closet creaked with every gust of wind that blew and gray dust bunnies pilled up on the screen windows that made my allergies flare. My nose crinkled and got to work to unpack all of my belongings.
    Once all of my things were placed in the positions of my choosing I wiped off a drop of sweat from my temple and the sides of my mouth curved upwards. Rainbow pillows aligned on the edges of the bed and a colorful blanket was placed to match. The closet full of clothes to the point where I couldn't close it. The doors would seem to stay shut, then spring back open as if mocking my inability to shut them. I eventually gave up and I still don't close the closet door to this day.
    Slowly I had aquired many new things to add to my special place. A neon orange vaio laptop from my mom for christmas and a light brown dresser with a huge mirror attached to the back so I could see my reflection. Perfumes and hair products cluttered the top of the dresser and empty water bottles were thrown in the space under all my clothes in my closet. Tall black book shelves were added, being filled with many japanese manga books and small trinkets over the two years.
    Whenever I was depressed I would go to my room, close the door, put my music on and curl up against my pillows to shut out the rest of the world. I would be lulled into a deep slumber and wake up with the weight being lifted off my shoulders. My room served as the quiet place and it was like my own sanctuary to be myself. Not the "perfect child" my parents wanted me to be or the kid that got good grades, just me, myself and I. 
    This is the place where I want to go if I wanted to cry my eyes out from my little problems or to be comfortable and be able to relax the day away. I didn't need to hold a fake front like in the outside world and could do whatever I pleased. It's no longer the unknown place in my dad's house or that sad empty space. It was a place where I felt was special to me and my room was a place that was home.