A woman must have money and a room of her own, says Virginia Woolf. But a room just doesn’t feel like enough. I need more.
ROOM ENOUGH BY NATASHA NOAH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41
I’ve got it all planned out. With the lottery money, I can stay about two weeks in a nice hotel, figure out renting in the historic district, get set up and then move right in, paying the landlord for a year up front. I’ll try to find something furnished, but if I can’t, I’ll just rough it with some scrap furniture.