"Where to Hide" - Brandon Upson - 1 November 2011
Growing up in Olathe gave me my love of wide, open spaces. A six-year-old gets his jollies from running through a field of green or chasing the big brother around an empty office. We all know that everything seems gigantic when you are naïve and small in size. Prior to growing up, the world opened up several hiding places for me. I could find my little getaway, my escape, just about anywhere. We lose this advantage the moment we grow up, and out. We take up more space, and therefore, the spaces get smaller, even disappear.
As an adult, it becomes something of an ordeal to find comfy, cozy places to settle. We are generally uncomfortable with ourselves, whereas children go about their daily lives unaware of any such discomfort. This is because the world is bigger, less suffocating. Personal space, for once, is not an issue worth considering.
I will be on my own in maybe a year, maybe sooner. It is safe to say that I have found a place with little to no suffocation, a place to hide. The apartment for me is in Indian Meadows, in Olathe, the city where I grew up, where I first discovered my childhood love of hiding.
Although these apartments are not in the middle of nowhere, they are spacious, secluded, and me. I can envision my life there as a student in college, because Indian Meadows suits my needs, let alone my dreams; atmosphere is an important aspect of my work performance as well as my overall comfort. A major setback for me, currently, is my lack of comfort at home, which leads me to procrastinate.
In short, Indian Meadows would make my studies more studious, my comfort more comfortable, my hideout more hidden. Moreover, I would be returning to where I was raised, and it is still only a few minutes away from the family home.
As far as physical features of the apartments go, the fitness center will be nice. Furthermore, the living space is the right size – not too large, not too suffocating. My dream apartment is not gigantic; I do not want to get lost, because there is a significant difference between lost and hidden.
The colors appear warm and welcoming, not washed up or glamorous. I prefer a place that is humble yet presentable. Indian Meadows seems to be a place easily kept clean and easily inhabited. I have been told that a home is the resting place for a heart. I would love to rest my head on a pillow in an apartment that welcomes me the way a home should. Indian Meadows could be home. From all that I have seen and read, my ideal home, as a student in college, lies therein.
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