Ever since I was a little kid, I had to have, "my special place". No one else knew where it was, it was mine alone. It was solitary, letting me think and reflect, and now I have to find a new one. I had two during highschool, the loft in my barn and a part of the roof that wasn't visible to the road or driveway. I could escape and think, but now I'm at a loss.Five acres of flat grass is alot different than ten acres of hills and trees. So I continue to search for somewhere to call my own.
I think that special places are something we lose as adults. Maybe thats why stress tends to build up so much more, we feel it's too kiddish to have an escape area. Maybe we feel that we're too responsible to have to rely on something like that. I think if everyone had their own special place, we could get through life alot easier.