Wednesday, 20 January 2016


Latibule (n). a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.

My favourite hiding place is my bed, especially just after I've put new bedding on and if I have my hot water bottle. I love to pull the covers right up under my chin and curl up. But last week, I found a new hiding place in the form of the empty office next door to mine. There was a meeting going on in our usual break room and I didn't want to sit at my desk, so I took a walk to get some food. On my way back, I passed the empty office next door. I've known it was empty for a while but on this day, the door was open and before I even really knew what I was doing, I walked inside and sat down. That hour of complete peace and quiet was bliss. It's hard to completely relax in our break room because you can still hear the phones ringing, or you can't escape forced conversation with other colleagues on their lunch too. 

I'm quite content with my own company - cut me in two and you would find the word 'introvert' written through me like a stick of rock - and in my new found hiding place, there's no one else to interrupt the quiet, or make me feel like I'm being antisocial for wanting to just read and not talk. I've always been okay on my own, but I'm finding myself especially reluctant to be around people at the moment; my confidence has taken some big knocks in recent months and I just find it easier to be by myself. I think it did me some good to take that time out in the middle of the day for a real breather - not sat in a noisy coffee shop, or wandering around outside. I don't know how long that office will be empty for but as long as it is, I'll be using it as my lunchtime latibule.

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