Where is your refuge?

I was browsing through my email when I came across this question:

'Where is your refuge?'

I sat there in front of the computer for a full minute, thinking of the right answer.

This isn't a particularly hard question to answer.

I am just not the type to dwell on 'sentimental' things.

I suppose my refuge when things are going hay-wire and everything seems to be against me is my room.

My room, despite its huge mosquitoes population, is where I can sit down and think things through.

This is where I sleep, dream and even fantasize.

This is where my collection of worldly possessions are located.

This is where I am taught the lesson of being neat, tidy and clean.

Not only that, when life is in the dumps, when I feel like crap, I step into my room and think to myself:

'At least I have a comfortable room, with electricity and clean water supply.'

'I have the privilege to study and read in my room.'

'I have a proper bed to myself.'

'I have parents who fully support me.'

'I even have a younger sibling to share my room with. I am truly blessed.'

My room is my refuge. Where is your refuge?