What's your "happy place"?

[GreeboIsMySpiritAnimal]

You know when people say (on TV, normally, I don't think I've ever heard anyone say it IRL) "go to your happy place"? Well, where's yours?

I've realised I have four:

1. in my garden on a sunny day, listening to the bees buzz (where I am right now, in fact)
2. floating on the surface of the sea somewhere warm and sunny
3. cuddled up on the sofa with my DC on a cold night, watching Strictly
4. with DH in our local cinema at Christmas, drinking wine and watching It's A Wonderful Life

Al places that when I think of them bring me a sense of peace and calm and happiness.

Where are yours?

In my kitchen, very early in the morning, with my first coffee while the house is still quiet. It has French windows and looks over a water meadow. I can sit and watch the sun rise.

Cycling with my ds

Running in the woods on cool mornings, birds singing, everything smelling fresh and clean

Our local pool in the evening when there’s hardly anyone there.
My parents house at night or early morning - the silence and the stars, or the mist and the slow dawn.
On the sofa with tiny DD wedged against me and a cup of tea.
The train on the way to work when its the first time that week I’ve been in.

@powershowerforanhour I loved reading your post, what an amazing description.
@bloodywhitecat sending you love and sympathy.

I'm not sure I have a real sense of a "happy place", but I do always love going out into our small, inner city garden early on a summer's day, when it's still cool and the air feels refreshed, looking around at the plants and hearing birds calling.

In my beautiful car, music on, driving anywhere…..
I have loved driving and the freedom from the very first moment I got behind the wheel. Bliss.

@ApocalypseNowt

Home Bargains

You win

My house.
A mountain.
The quarries.

My home, in particular the studio and being free from everything to work, relax and think

My garden which looks very pretty

Definitely home.

It's shabby and worn and needs a fair bit of work done. It could do with an extra bedroom and bathroom and double the amount of outside space but it's my sanctuary, my comfort and my anchor.

Past few years we've been having a UK holiday we keep going back to a seaside town that I went to as a child. I feel such a sense of peace and warmth there. I feel so "right" when we are there. We are back for the 6th time in 3 years soon.

Anywhere I am with my friends. Can be a cafe, shop, their home (cannot invite them back cos I live in one small room!!). Also my little room on my own. A local park (there are two but I have been too lazy to go there recently - since Covid). I must get some exercise soon!

Definitely my house. I love it so much

walking my dog

Home.
In the garden.
A particular village in Norfolk where DH and I met.

On my allotment in any season.

My lounge
My hot tub At night
In the woods with my dog

At work - on stage. I work in performing arts and there’s no feeling that can compare to walking on that stage every night. Not just in my city, we can be anywhere in the world and the minute I step on a stage I feel at home. It must sound bonkers to others.

A distant second is my ‘second’ mum’s home, with her cat curled up in my lap.

At a gig. Lose myself in live music for a couple of hours, sharing joy with a few thousand strangers.

And at the beach. Any beach. Lockdown during covid made me realise how much I'd missed just being on a beach, rain or shine, looking out to sea.

My summerhouse on a summer's afternoon

My imaginary lottery winning house with a large wildflower garden, a veg patch, chickens etc. I also like to imagine myself there with a book, in front of a fire on a stormy night.

In my own bed with clean sheets and my favourite bedding on and the dog freshly bathed.

In my favourite local with my 2 best friends.

At the local beach with my lover (ick! ) at sunset with good times and a cold cocktail in a can.

On my patio in the morning with the sun beaming down and a hot cup of tea

At the beach. Watching the waves crashing one after the other.

Mine is imaginary. I had to make one up on purpose for therapy purposes once, ages ago, and just couldn't think of any real world place that I could fully think of as happy and safe.

Out of real places home is definitely the closest, though. My own corner of the couch with soft lighting and the curtains drawn, especially.

I'm a rural northerner and my happy place is London. I try to go often as I can, I just love it.

I also love going to London

I’m so lucky as mine is my home too…particularly out on my decking or in my cosy bed! Out and about, it would be anywhere beside the sea. Any weather.

Very lucky to have a camper van too. Don’t care where I am, as long as DP and I are together in it 🥰

New York and London I just love the buzz of the city.
I love sitting in my back garden in the sun with my binocculars watching the birds

Both places that now I think about it, I can't physically go to any more.

In the car at night on a long drive with my dad, quietly discussing everything under the sun. But he died years ago. And lying on my back in the long grass in my granny's field. But she died too, and the house is gone.

God, that's depressing.