Home.

A wonderful friend of mine has recently posted photographs of where she feels safe, her sanctuary, her home. I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon, and show mine.
Most of the time, I avoid my home. I find sanctuary with friends, or my boyfriend, or at church. Somewhere, anywhere else. I wasn't sure if I could call home sanctuary, until I realised- as much as I love getting out, I adore the feeling of coming home every night. As an introvert, there's only so much time I can spend out without feeling drained, and my home restores me. My room is probably the most comforting, safest place I know. I love to come home to my room, put on some pared back tunes and just dwell. I think too many people underestimate the importance of downtime- time to simply rest and be within yourself. I adore it, and I couldn't survive without a quiet space of my own.

With that, I present, my (newly cleaned) room! My safe place, my sanctuary, my home.
Check out the original post by Genevieve, an extraordinarily talented photographer,  here.