I’ve just spent a week “down the snow”. For most people this means skiing. “What! You’re not skiing?” Nah, not skiing. Very content to sit and enjoy the setting.
This is the first time that Mr Sans and I have come down the snow alone. For two days I didn’t even leave the room.
A week in a one room holiday flat together and I realised many things.
I enjoy Mr Sans’ company.
I enjoy my own company.
I can stay in the one room for days without going stir-crazy.
I like quiet. No TV in the morning. No arguing kids. No computer games. No other people.
Give me a book and I’m in heaven.
I need to have time away from people, from responsibilities, from noise.
I enjoy the time away from my children – not having to mediate arguments, not having to listen to their noise, not having to answer their demands, not having to deal with their mess, their selfishness.
I own too many things. I can go one week with just a few items of clothes, books, food and drink. Having a break from all the possessions, clutter, things that need attention, that take up visual space is great.
People really annoy me. Just watched a kid of about 9 mindlessly destroy a very cute snowman, that many people have stopped to take a photograph of. The mother of the vandal watched her kid. Said nothing. Did nothing. Didn’t make him fix the carrot back in place. Didn’t make him readjust the knocked off head. Actually mindlessly isn’t right. He had sheer delight in wrecking something. And the mother did nothing. In people’s defence, another kid came along and tried to fix it. Still mess, noise, destruction, selfishness. It’s nice to have a break from these things.
My soul feels restored. My mind at peace.
And I am very happy that I am content in my own company and that I enjoy Mr Sans’.
Four more days to go. The week has gone too quickly. Thankfully Mr Sans booked for 10 nights. I couldn’t imagine leaving for home today. I’m just not ready.
This looks like heaven to me:
Except for the hard work, I quite like the idea of a Little House on the Prairie break. Perhaps it is because my usual existence is so hectic, so frantic, so busy, so stressful, so full of responsibilities for others, that this break is heaven. But I do wonder how long it would be before I succumbed to cabin fever?
How would you go in a one room holiday flat with one other person? How long would be long enough?