Jinane Jouni :My Appealing Sanctuary

My Appealing Sanctuary Oliver Holmes said once, “Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our heart.” Life is built in a tapestry of relationships. Lovers, strangers, friends and family weave this tapestry and make it full of life and colors. We can’t live loner and solitude, we have relationships include: the schools we go, the streets we walk and of course the home we stay in. one of the most relationships that I ever shared is with my home. My home is not only made of stone and surrounded by wet green grass. It is the place where I was born, raised and live. My home is the only refugee: I can hide from all the world dangers. The warm my home offers is not restricted or limited, its warm exists for me. My home is the treasure where I keep all my memories. There, I played with my brother and sisters and had an unforgettable time. However, there is something I like the most in my home: it is my personal room. The emotions cascaded with deep love, fascination, unanswered questions, anger and lifelong lessons. It is a couple of months I left my room and small town for the big life city. I thought that I left my home, but I left myself back, locked in that room. My room is my miniature world, it is decorated with beautiful and joyful colors that calms me down. The walls are painted in clear pink that reflects my feminine personality. In addition, adorable stickers are attached on the wall to make it looks lively and fresh: some butterflies flying, some birds singing and some stars shining. When I look to this wall, it brings me to life again. Whenever I feel angry and anxious, the smile draws over my face and the soul comes back to its natural situation. What I also like the most in my favorite place at home, which is my lovable room, is the ceiling. The ceiling is my sky; I put some stars, planets and moons made of plastic on the ceiling. They sparkle at night when the lights are off. I look to this sky and it makes me dream and travel to a remote world; the world where there are no obstacles and hindrances. Sitting or sleeping in my bed, I lift my head, gaze at these stars just like if they are real stars outside in the sky, and sending their light rays to my eyes. My room is a long and warm hug with someone I love. It is the place where I am happy, enchanted and comfortable. I’m attached to it like a kid who is attached to his mother. I take care of it like a mother cat takes care of its little kittens. My room is where I make mistakes and make fun. It is when I do everything private to me: sing and dance. It is where I study hard for my exams. Moreover, my room is like the big box where I dig everything inside. Where I left my room, I felt melancholic and depressed. I felt loneliness deep down in my heart. I didn’t feel comfy and restful in my new room at AUB dorms. I misses the rich bookshelves, the flying butterflies and the dreaming sky. Everything was strange to me and unusual to my old habits. However, when I came back to it during the weekend, I felt like a fresh soul implanted inside my body and activeness was its core. At the end, we can’t keep holding onto things that are now distant dreams. Every weekend, when I sit in my room, I feel the relation between my room and I is getting stronger and hard to break. It is magic: My room is a magician, and I don’t know its tricks. Whenever someone travels abroad, he can see fascinating and fancy places. He can feel happy and entertained, but he will not feel the tenderness that his home – and the favorite place at home – gives. The home is where love and heart are. Briefly, “HOME” is Happiness and Heart, Own shelter, Memories and Ending place to visit.