The seclusion illusion.
/My life is full of so many lovely people, so many good relationships. And I couldn't survive without them. But sometimes...
Sometimes there are so many voices, so many conversations, and so much activity that my solitude-craving inner introvert just flips out a little. And I start to crave a getaway.
Right now, I deeply desire a bit of isolation.
Now honestly, this doesn't work so well in practice. I spent most of two weeks on my own once, and ended up crying into the carpet. I need people.
So I cultivate the idea of isolation instead. I snoop through photos that conjure up a mood of loneliness, that feeling of a big fat moat between me and the noisy world. And if I borrow enough austerity, maybe it will bring my mind back to a clear, calm, focused place.
I did some online exploring and rounded up seven places where I can imagine myself into a solitary writing getaway... Which one tempts you the most?
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