Pizzaz

Is it possible to dislike a place so much that you constantly look out for pointy things to stab yourself?
What is a place even?
Is it the people? The house? The life and way of leading it? Is it the food or habits that dwell within?
I think it's the denizens of the house and how they chose to go about their daily existence .
A place/house/ home encapsulates the very essence of how they wish to live and the standards they like attributing to their lifestyle.
It's up to you to live like a pauper in a castle or an emperor in a hovel (as long as you don't have visitors)
There's an entire thesis to be written on this if one were to begin dissecting this topic and perhaps I will in some later posts when I sit with boredom induced slit wrists and contemplate universe.