There have only been a few years in my life when I’ve had a room of my own. Growing up, I shared a room with my sister. When I moved away to college and then to the city to start my adult-life-away from home, I almost always shared rooms with roommates and (for a few years) my sister again. There were really only about two years just before I got married that I had my very own bedroom.
Tonight I’m feeling a little giddy, because I finally have a room of my own. It’s a tiny little room that’s more like a cocoon (only about 7 feet by 10 feet with no windows), but it’s big enough for a desk, a chair, a lamp, and some cushions on the floor. I think I can even manage to spread out my yoga mat in here.
I’m blogging from my new little room right now and I feel so very, very happy. Finally I have a space to escape to when I want to do uninterrupted creative things like paint, write, and just imagine possibilities.
I’ll write more about it soon – and even post pictures. But for now, I’m just sitting here basking in the glow.
It feels rather serendipitous that I moved in here on the evening of the full moon.