Just across the street from my middle school is this tiny apartment. Here lives my best friend inside this little dark mess of a room. This would always be our afterschool hangout spot. We would play video games, watch movies, listen to music, draw, or just chill for the most part. The lights would always be dimed to conserve energy. Though it may be small, it is cozy and relaxing. The room would always smell of fabric softener, not because she always have clean laundry, but because the washer and dryer is right outside her room. If I stay late enough till her mom gets home, she would serve us up some black sesame mochi soup, noodles, or some rice and stir fried bak choy. Those were the good old days...
My favorite local place is the Nelson Atkins Museum. The artworks are captivating and the exhibits keep me coming back for more. They also have a wonderful collection of asian art. The one room which not only stimulates my visual senses but also my olfactory sense, is the chinese watercolor room. The paintings are occassionally rotated, and the wood around the room releases an calming sweet aroma. Next, the collossal Buddha statue would always excite my mom. If she was left unsupervised, she would eventually convert that space into a temple and start to worship and burn incense to the great Buddha. Even my brother who works at a granite company was left speechless at the architecture with all the beautifully cut granite and marble laid to perfection. Overall the whole experience is like a visual ecstasy.
