Do your "kids" have their own rooms?

More generically, do your alters have specific places they like to hang out? One of the ways I can tell who I'm dealing with is what room or location we're in. I have one who is always in my childhood room, usually near or in the closet (she's little and scared). I have one who hangs out in a room at a later house that was only my room for fifth and sixth grade. I have one who hangs out in another room that I lived in from seventh grade until I was kicked out of the house my senior year. I have one who hangs out at our high school, sitting on the floor in front of our favorite teacher/mentor's door as we often did my freshman and sophomore year. My grown-ups are more role-based, diverse, go lots of places, so far. But, my kids usually have one or two places they like to be as their "home" and other places they remember that also make them feel safe. I was wondering if anyone else has this experience?

I do.

We have a natural environment where everyone has their own special place. Owly, for example, lives in a peach tree. With my doctor, I tend to point to different places in my head and say, "So-and-so is over here." While I don't mean that someone is hanging out, say, on the left side of my head, I can usually identify them by where they are in relation to me in my head. Example: Violet is usually somewhere behind me so I would refer to her as being in the back of the head even if she's hiding in the bushes in her part of the environment.

When my young alter first came a couple months ago, I/we started mostly sleeping in another room, which I found odd because my bed's so much more comfortable than the fold-out futon. Jack tells me now he didn't feel comfortable sleeping in a grown man's bed! I did not know that but I noticed the pattern and so I gave him that little guest room as his own, which kind of made him teary.

The next day, I was thinking and decided to explain to him that actually the whole condo and everything in it is equally his, as is our money. He asked how much money and, because I was inside, I created an image in the mind of a heap of stacks of bills (I was thinking $1 bills) and some coins in a corner. Poor little hillbilly boy almost fell out of his chair about that. "We're rich, we're rich!" he said and started laughing and whooping, in disbelief about his sudden turn of fortune, like in a fairy tale. No, not rich at all, but it was "rich" for him.