The place I will always find most comfortable in life is “home”. The definition of that really depends on the people I’m around and the relationships I’ve built.
I guess the closest “physical” spirit room I can find is my parent’s house in Garden Grove. Inside that room are so many memories that I’ve made over the years that will never go away. Hopefully I can inherit that said house in the future.
In Los Angeles, my spirit room is my room in my apartment, which is a relaxing place where I can be myself. Still, I will nearly truly consider that place home. I would consider Rise Kohyang Middle School my second home though since I end up spending so much time there (whether intentional or not).
Places that are not spirit rooms? Vietnamese Super markets. Too loud. However, they are fun, and cheap, for the most place.
Things that will help relieve me when my spirit room gets depressing or lonely? Phone calls, text messages, or Skype Calls.
In the end, the true source of happiness is internal.
