theoretical nirvana

What is your favorite place in the world? What makes it so meaningful to you?

It is hard for me to define one favorite place in the world.  I have everyday favorite spots and special treat favorites.  Each of them are meaningful to me for different reasons.

Not too terribly long ago, I realized that I needed a place where I could go, zone out, relax, and regroup.  I live in a one bedroom apartment, so I decided to make my bed that place.  My apartment is a bit crazy, with interesting colors, lines, and artwork, but my bedroom, and my bed as an extension of that is calming. I have one comfy ass bed, with really nice, soft, high-thread-count sheets, and lots of pillows.  At the end of the day, when I hit the sack, it is my favorite place to be.  I love slipping into the crisp white sheets (ok, they're white because I can bleach off any stains) at the end of the night, taking a deep breath, and feeling myself sink just the right amount into the mattress. Perfect.  My bed is an everyday oasis for me.


As far as my favorite places that I can't just sink into every day, whenever I want, one would be the beach. I don't care what beach.  I've been to beaches here in LA, of course, since everyone goes to the beach in LA, but a lot of times they're not as relaxing as some of the more secluded beaches in the world, or even the lest touristy ones.  I have fond memories of a place called Pebble Beach on the south side of Chicago.  It wasn't a sandy beach, but one covered in lots of rocks and pebbles, and hundreds of thousands of pieces of sea glass. As a kid, I used to spend as much time collecting the sea glass as I did playing in the waves.  And I spent a TON of time playing in Lake Michigan.  I've always been a swimmer and a beach-y kind of gal. 


Another one of my my absolute favorite places on earth is on any airplane going anywhere new.  I love traveling and absolutely crave adventure,  so knowing that I'm on my way to someplace cool is one of the most exciting things in the world for me.  I've got bad seat-mate karma (I always end up wedged between two examples of America's obesity problem or surrounded by kids,) but most of the time, I'm able to zonk out and sleep through the flight or relax into the chaos.   Weird as it is, I love the sterile-ness of airplanes.  I love the vacuum sealed, pre-packed, single serving meals, the smell of airplane bathrooms, and the weird, under-sized, paper wrapped  pillows.  Yes, I'm one of those freaks.  I relish in the individually packed everything, travel sized soaps, and crappy magazines most people abhor.  I love me some air travel.