“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” -Virginia Woolf
I have grown up mapping my life. Travels, roads, journeys, and geography have been a perpetual metaphor of mine. Locations are how I remember events, routes are how I express changes, and successfully keeping a city map in my head is how I feel mastery over my life. I revel in atlases. If I don’t have a path to follow I become physically ill. I crave maps.
As I get closer to 30 with no perceptible goal on the near horizon, I’m restless and fretful. Hopefully this will be a place to explore my life maps, outer travels and inner geography.
In this blog, I imagine you’ll find 3 different kinds of posts: physical, philosophical and introspective. I’ll explore the physical roads, trips and types of transportation around me, the philosophical/theoretical ideas of motion and mapping, and how they impact on me and where and how I want to travel through life. They’ll probably overlap from time to time. I’ve a naturally serious disposition, but hopefully I’ll be able to share some silliness in the midst of the introspection!
A woman must have a map and road of her own if she is to write herself.