"secret" hiding place

When I lived in Melbourne, I had a "secret" hiding place. Here I would write page after page trying to understand my life. Other times I'd blast my music and cry it out. I never told a soul about this place. I didn't want anyone to find me. This was back before I had my first cell phone so if anyone wanted me, they couldn't get me.

Today Dan and I weren't meshing well and being in the other room was still too close, so one of us had to leave. Since he had to get ready for work, I opted to get out.

This is how I came across my new hiding spot! Miffed that I had to leave my house, I bitterly read my book and got over it. Then I talked to a friend on my cell phone about something unrelated to the situation.

Now I am back at home, alone. Even the cat was hiding from me. Of course the cleaning bug I had earlier hightailed it so now I feel restless. I have some studying that needs to get done, a ton of cleaning and there are a few projects I want to work on for me.

I guess there is only one thing left for me to do: blast my music and sing horribly out of tune!!! :P