It’s been two weekends since Melbourne, and I have had a few wistful moments thinking about the East Melbourne hotel room I stayed in, and worked my way through an impressive list of projects that had stalled just due to lack of time. Not just a room of one’s own, but a serviced room, where there are no requirements to do any housework.
Now that I am back home, I do have a room, it’s just not mine. You can be halfway through a beautiful sentence in your head and then – boom – an interruption and it is gone.
However, I am not lonely this weekend, and for that I am definitely, truly grateful.
It can be hard being a Gemini, wanting solitude and company at the same time.
But overwhelmingly today, I think a room of one’s own beckons!