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After writing about escapism, I have begun thinking about the importance of having a place to escape to and relax, to call your own. A place of solitude. For me it is my bathroom. When I lock that bathroom door the rest of the world stays firmly locked out. No one will bother me, my boyfriend knows to stay well away. It is my time to be still.
One day I would love a tree house, but I think that is a long way off.