Personal Narrative 1: A Place Story

Place Story Narrative

Few places summarize my personal journey like my bedroom. It is like a museum. I have critical reminders that highlight my success and tribulations. My bedroom consists of a wardrobe, cat tower, study table, and bed. Hanging on the wall are affirmations, calendar, and my vision board. A quick glimpse of the wall can provide a stranger with a vivid picture of my physical transformation. Prominent fixtures on the study table include self-help books, my agenda/journal, and study materials. I routinely read for motivation and guidance. The study materials typify my present journey. As a learner, I read intensively to excel in the exams and to attain knowledge. The study table manifests my academic priorities. It contains my certificates, selected notes and affirmations, and assignments I received good grades on. The cat tower next to the window serves as a place of comfort and play for my fur babies Kareem and Khadijah. Other memorabilia in my wardrobe include my Air Force uniforms that I have worn during my military journey. I have kept them for memory.

Apart from memorabilia, the bedroom is a remarkable place due to its conducive environment for meditation. It accords me with private time for reflection after a busy day. I don’t view my bed as a mere sleeping place. The quiet moments that I am relaxing on bed have proved to be consequential. Moments of reflections provides one with an opportunity to view things from a different perspective. This explains my obsession with success. The bedroom connects me with my past and present. This makes it easier for me to calibrate the future. For instance, I routinely inspect through my past scores when I am studying for exams. This provides me with the motivation to work in order to maintain or enhance my average. Despite the good memories that are associated with the place, there are also unpleasant memories that are worth forgetting. I have received some tragic news while in my bedroom. I have developed a habit of flipping through my phone and checking emails either in the morning or late in the night when I am about to sleep. This partly explains why I routinely receive bad news while in bed. Fortunately, I don’t keep memorabilia for bad occurrences. My bedroom will always remain a special place.