I have two states in which I feel at home and peaceful.
The first, is reading a book in my armchair at home. A cup of tea beside me with maybe a snack and the company of my close family. Peaceful is the watchword. Maybe family are there. I really don't mind if they're not there at all. ;)
Second, a rock/metal pub. A very loud live band are playing. We're probably underground in a cellar or some shit. And I'm rocking out and feeding that wilder, more primal, animalistic and anarchist side of myself. I love the music and similarly metal friends - or at least those into alternative culture. Goth and punk have been big in my life, as well as notable others.
The bit in-between, though? That just bugs the shit out of me. Other than those extremes, life sucks. Would not recommend.
