I don’t think I have one favorite but:

Tampa Theater is probably the most beautiful space I’ve been in.

The place we had our wedding reception was a very lovely room too. Windows all round and polished wood floors, owned by the city recreation department so not even expensive as a venue.

And so many times I wake up in our bedroom and remark on how luxurious it feels, I love that room too. High ceiling, big windows and a glass door to the back porch!

That’s a surprisingly difficult question. Considering all the rooms we’ve all been in throughout our lives. Think I just spent an hour thinking about all the rooms I’ve been in. I’m sure I’ve forgotten some great ones.

If I had to choose, my favorite room isn’t a specific room, but more of a concept. It was a hotel room with a partner back in the day. We worked together and had long commutes in opposite directions, so we’d snag a room once a week and have a 2-person party.

Honorable mention is maybe old cluttered computer stores from the 90s.

I feel like I couldn’t live without my bathroom. I probably could, but it’dn’t be great.

The room with the hammock in the Cuddle Me environment on VRChat. I can go there whenever I want and stay however long I want. 😋

My college has a teacher’s room. I’m very proud that I get to visit that room regularly now. (I became a teacher at the college I studied at)

Art room in school for 2 hours. Because art!

Radio City Music Hall. Art deco exaltation.

I always loved being in the indoor-jungle-bird-sanctuary type of buildings in zoos and such. I know now that zoos are sus but when I was younger there wasnt anything quite like those rooms (if that counts as a room anyway)

I would hang around in a specific and lesser-known classroom in college. The professor gave a few students permission to get it unlocked by administration when we wanted to hang out in there. We’d mostly go there for naps and to watch movies.

The fern room at the Como Zoo Conservatory in St. Paul, Minnesota. Just brief walkthrough a few times but I wish I could live there.

My room. When I’m alone.

A hot springs open room in a Japanese Ryokan near Kyoto, with a very wide barrel that I would lay with my back turned into a small hot water waterfall.

IKEA’s children section thing

I don’t have to remember that far back to know the answer is the one my mom rented to me for nine months before my birthday that one time. And then I got to overstay for another month or so. Moving out was painful.