“All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point — a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” So said Virginia Woolf, novelist, feminist, modernist ………, in all her wisdom and foresight.
And I tend to agree wholeheartedly with her on the part of a woman needing “a room of her own”. It is the one thing I want desperately and the one thing I don’t have.
Looking back I realise I have never had a room of my own. Coming from a family with four other siblings, it’s always been a matter of sharing a room with one of them or sometimes with two of them. Adding to the “no room of my own saga,’ has been the fact that we’ve changed houses a record number of times, at least eight different houses before I got married and since then three houses. But in all, I haven’t had a room of my own. Most of my childhood years, I shared a room with one or two of my sisters and even as adults it was pretty much the same. Since marriage its meant sharing a room with the better half and sometimes with one or both the children.
Since striding into my 40s the urge for a room of my own has grown. I am becoming less tolerant of all the disturbances that I have to put up by sharing a room. And living with three men (husband and two sons), who have no idea why women need privacy when men can pretty much do all what they want in full glare , I think I really need a “room of my own.”As to how I am going to get one is still not clear but I‘ll have to start working on it.
There is one thing. A “bathroom of my own”.That would make things perfect.