my happy place

If you were to ask me what my “happy place” is, It would have to be my grandma’s old house in Spanish Fork Utah. The graceful rolling hills and the rocky mountains with miscellaneous colors of green, all the colors blended together to create reassuring comfort. The sweet air was dry and cool and would effortlessly offer peace when a breeze ran through my long, shining hair. Not just the house itself, with walls of grey cobblestone and wooden planks, would give me a sense of happiness; but also the natural surroundings the house rested in.

The wooden steps from the 2nd floor descended outside where my cousins and I would sit and watch my grandmas dogs cheerfully playing in the soft grass. In the front yard, there were two great trees that stood beside each other with branches so wide and long, they piled on top of another. But once you pushed through the branches, there was a large opening  you could stand inside. I would spend passing hours inside those trees with my siblings and cousins having “meetings” about which games to play and who would be “it” first. And as I looked up the tall trees, a warm sunlight would shine through the dark leaves and rest on my face, brightening my blue eyes and the purest joy would fill my emotions.

I wish I could close my eyes and take myself to that place and time…

My happy place isn’t just a beautiful place, but a time where memories were made. Disappointingly enough, I feel that if I were to go back to my grandmas house that stood on a familiar mountain, I would not feel the joy I did all those years ago, and it would no longer be my happy place.

Author: Katie Spiers

"You can't do all the good the world needs, but the world needs all the good you can do." - Jana Stanfield This is my favorite quote and is what I find myself striving towards everyday-- to do the most good I can.