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The Best Place To Be

For me, the best place to be is my Grandma’s house. Whenever I go to her, I feel relaxed and energized and my mind refreshes.

Grandma makes my favorite dishes and spending time with her and Grandpa, boosts my mind and creativity. I’ve noticed that while I live with her, I’m able to write more quickly and without any distractions.

Grandma understands me. She sees me writing and never tries to disturb me.

Her warmness helps me a lot with my stress and the hectic schedule. Grandpa too talks to me and I just tell all my thoughts to him and he patiently listens.

Grandma’s house has this different feeling filled with love and tranquility that I won’t find anywhere else. Its probably the best and the last place to be and if I’m ever lost, you’ll probably find me at my Grandma’s house getting snuggled by her.

There’s also another hidden reason why I love Grandma’s place and that is because of my cat, Ginger. She lives with my Grandparents and just being with her, holding her, rubbing her nose and plain looking at her contents me.

No doubt, everyone has their own best place to be and I can’t help but wonder what yours is. So don’t forget to share it with me because I would love to know what kind of place you think is the best and why.


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Aaliyah Salia

Author of The 13: We all Start as Strangers. Blogger - writernextdoorblog.com Dancer. Self-Taught Artist. Gamer. Coke lover. Kpop. Anime.

3 Comments

JanBeek · March 12, 2018 at 11:16 pm

Up the circle staircase from my entryway lies the most peaceful place in my world. I call it my sanctuary or my Angel Room.” My maiden name is DeAngeles (Italian for “of angels”). My mom collected angels. I have her collection plus about 15 various crosses up there. Three rocking chairs, two of which were created by my husband’s grandfather and great-grandfather, give me a place to sit comfortably and places to share with my hubby or friends who join me. A collection of Bibles in various translations and a choice of different devotionals are on the beautiful mahogany table within reach. More are in the mahogany bookshelf I inherited from Mom. A painting of Christ praying (a gift from a friend who brought it back from Poland) reminds me the Lord prays with me. Windows on all four walls overlook gorgeous views of three mountain ranges. The Holy Spirit permeates the room. It’s a terrific, peaceful, inspiring place to begin each day.

Bootsandbag · March 12, 2018 at 11:24 pm

Great post! This makes me miss my grandma

maskeddisguise · March 13, 2018 at 9:09 am

This was the sweetest post I saw today, missing my grandparents now :’)

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