post 6: create your own prompt (gloria)

1.       What do you think of when you imagine your favorite places?

2.      How do you unwind over a long weekend (since it’s fall break)?  Please be appropriate. No drugs and stuff.

3.      What is one talent that you wish you had?  Is there anyone you know who has this talent?  To what extent would you go to acquire this talent? (Example: you wish you could play the flute.  Your grandmother plays the flute.  You would totally battle your grandmother to acquire her flute playing ability. It is an epic battle.)

Okkkkaaayy.  So I pick prompt numero uno because I’m currently experiencing the cabin fever, but I got some quality Netflix time, so it’s not all bad.  Glass half full.  Anyway, for the sake of actually wanting to read this I will keep my list of favorite places to three;

1. My bedroom at my dad’s house

2. Half Moon Bay, CA

3. Midway, KY

     With my parents I try to stay pretty neutral; however, not all bedrooms are created equal.  My room is like most, walls, closet, bed, chair, etc. But I do enjoy the orange walls which go from a soft creamy orange in the daytime to a golden orange in the evening.  My bedroom furniture is black and based around my piano, which I’ve had since I was four and still barely know how to play (I would totally battle an old lady for epic piano playing skills).  My favorite part of my room though is my bed.  One of my favorite activities on a Saturday afternoon after a cross country meet is to curl up in my bed and marathon Netflix.  Also, I attached a bunch of yellow Christmas lights to my bed, and I turn those on in the evening, and everything looks like a magical fairy wonderland, and if you think I’m cheesy and Pinteresty I will fight you.  It’s so peaceful.   

     Half Moon Bay is a tiny town north of San Francisco that we found while driving around one day (my dad used to live outside of San Francisco and I would spend half the summer there).  The town had a main street with a few art studios and antique shops.  Once you left the main street though, there wasn’t much except for a few shacks along the beach.  Most of the inhabitants were probably hardcore surfers.  Past the surfer shacks and artsy shops there was just you and the road, meandering along the coast.  This is the fun part though.  Climbing along the jet black cliffs and rocks while the dark grey waters crash in the caverns below.  Scuttling crabs and starfish in the tide pools.  The spray of the salt water hitting you and mixing with the cool drizzle.  It was pretty awesome. 

    The majority of my life has been spent centered around one house in Midway.  It was always known as the big white next to the church (but which church???).  It’s the house my parents bought when they first moved to Kentucky from Hawaii in 98.  It’s the house they rented to the lovely elder couple that baby sat me when we moved to Georgetown.  It’s the house where my gram grams and aunt live now.  It’s home.  My favorite pastime was romping around the backyard, climbing the pine trees, making flower chains, and listening to the hourly church bells chime next door.  Whenever I walk down to the college in the spring I like to walk through the flooded grass with bare feet, and in the fall I drop leaves off the stone bridge and run to other side in time to watch them disappear down the creek.  Every fall midway has a fall festival, which I used to call the fall vegetable because I was a little child with a large lisp.