My Favorite Place

My favorite place to go would be my room at my Dad’s house. I got to it every weekend. Usually when I’m alone sitting in my room I just listen to music and think about things, it’s my place to just relax and be myself. My room is not an ordinary room; my room is the whole basement of our condo, because there are no other rooms down there. It is never quiet because I always have to have noise, I just don’t like the quiet. I either have music playing or I’m watching a movie. Whenever my best friend Emily comes over to my house we usually hang out there, my dad and sister sometimes comes into my room as well but not that often. Whenever I’m in my room the first thing that would come to mind would be night, because whenever I’m in my room it always feels like night time even when its noon. My room means freedom. It’s the only place I can just sit there and do nothing. When I’m at my mom’s house I can’t do that so when I’m at my dad’s house I just go down there and relax.