Today I wanted to sit down with my poems and edit. I wanted to dive right in and make more definite choices in my selections. There is only one problem: I have no place to do this privately.
I live with my mother and grandmother in a one bedroom apartment. To say there is no privacy and no quiet moments until everyone goes to sleep is an understatement. My mother and I moved into my grandmother’s four months ago due to need on both ends. Since I am not making that full time money, I had very little choice in the matter. So here I am, no space of my own to breathe, let alone to write and edit.
So far, I have been working around it. Writing during lunch breaks or lulls at work, going to my Alma mater and going to their library. But these places are not fulfilling my needs. I always have to look over my shoulder. If I come across a particular poem or if I have to get that hard hitting post written, I can’t let my tears slip down my face. I can’t talk to myself about what I am doing or anything. I basically have to go through the writing and editing process as quietly and discreetly as I can.
So where is a girl suppose to go when there is no place to go? I have been scoping out tea houses and cafes that are very low key. I still can’t cry, but at least I could laugh or murmur to myself gently. Maybe a couple of hours after work could help. I guess I will just have to go to one and see. I keep scoping out quiet places that could be my sanctuary until I could have my own. Recommendations anyone? I welcome them!
I live with my mother and grandmother in a one bedroom apartment. To say there is no privacy and no quiet moments until everyone goes to sleep is an understatement. My mother and I moved into my grandmother’s four months ago due to need on both ends. Since I am not making that full time money, I had very little choice in the matter. So here I am, no space of my own to breathe, let alone to write and edit.
So far, I have been working around it. Writing during lunch breaks or lulls at work, going to my Alma mater and going to their library. But these places are not fulfilling my needs. I always have to look over my shoulder. If I come across a particular poem or if I have to get that hard hitting post written, I can’t let my tears slip down my face. I can’t talk to myself about what I am doing or anything. I basically have to go through the writing and editing process as quietly and discreetly as I can.
So where is a girl suppose to go when there is no place to go? I have been scoping out tea houses and cafes that are very low key. I still can’t cry, but at least I could laugh or murmur to myself gently. Maybe a couple of hours after work could help. I guess I will just have to go to one and see. I keep scoping out quiet places that could be my sanctuary until I could have my own. Recommendations anyone? I welcome them!
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