Borrowed spaces are stores, places, anywhere we go outside our homes to feel better. Subconsciously we’re hunting a sensory and emotional fed to fill a void. We seek out places that feel like a second home, a place in our memories that fills us with reassurance, joy, and love.
We seek out places to feel safe and protected. Other spaces instantly relax us, allowing for a brief moment to escape from the stress of the world.
To sit under a star lite sky in a hot tub on a cold winter’s evening. Or to sit by the fireplace with a cup of tea or glass of wine, staring into the flames, thinking nothing at all, giving our minds a chance to relax. Or walking into our favorite store, the warmth of the greetings we feel as we enter the space.
Our eyes carefully view the items, our creativity exploring all possibilities, as we slowly walk through the store. During the holidays, seasonal aromas fill the air, with the offering of warm apple cider.
We all have our go-to places. These places become part of our soul over time, preferred beach house, mountain cabin, or favorite vacation city. Our soul marks these places as “ours,” often refusing to let go.
With the world turned upside down, we are prevented from visiting our borrowed spaces, creating a feeling of loss. The anchor we need to fill the void grows larger with each passing day. The need intensifies as the void feels overwhelming as we search for an alternative.
As a visual creative, I need to see, touch, and feel what I am purchasing. Unable to visit my “borrowed spaces” invokes a feeling of sadness, especially with the approaching holidays. The laugher, light conversations, and energy of these spaces are silent.
One night last week, I drove around and looked at my favorite stores. Briefly, I stepped inside a bookstore; it is an obsession. Two other customers and I were the only ones in the store, so maintaining a safe distance was not a problem. I had, too, for a moment, to feel the security of one of my borrowed spaces.
Yes, I was wearing my protective gear and made sure to keep an expanded distance of more than 10 feet. All the beautiful books, journals, and holiday gifts awaiting, tempting me.
To be safe for all, I returned home to burrow, once again, counting the days to visit my borrow spaces.