A Room of One´s Own - Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf
The Room of My Own
My room of my own is an astounding river that is located one kilometer from my aunt's house in the countryside; once a blue moon, a large percentage of my relatives and I go there to hang out and relax. Using a handmade bamboo bridge, I venture across the river since a spring of pure water is already on the other side of the river, which I always visit to collect water every time I go there, and then I explore the site as well. The river is in the middle of wood; thus, the freshness permeates the whole place, creating a pleasant atmosphere while I enjoy the calm sound of the water hitting the big rocks in the middle of the river. The area is very cozy, and I do not need to carry so many things to have a good time. I live the moment lying under the shade of the trees, disconnected from everything that stresses me; I find a safe place where I am happy. At times, I have existential thoughts; nonetheless, I am relieved to have the privilege of enjoying this wonderful place. This place really takes me back to the old days when I used to go on expeditions with my cousins because I also love the way to get there; the road is a little rough, but that is the idea of being able to cross any obstacle to get to the place that is really worth it.














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