When Chris, whom I had just met, invited me to his home – the Railway Tracks Hotel – for some Directing Finding and other help, I accepted. You might think this a little daring, even dangerous, but I didn’t think so.
My more sensible self told me that Chris wasn’t a total stranger. He had been known and respected at the meeting on 21st Century Issues, which we had just attended. I could ask around before actually moving in!
Also, this arrangement sounded so much better than simply landing at a friend’s house – I had had other kind offers – feeling frantic and miserable.
Yes, I was desperate to pull myself together, at least to some extent, rather than getting on a plane with little in the form of real plans or goals.
London had consumed my life and energy in a wonderful way, as I happily spent a small inheritance from a generous, still-living uncle. But it had also been a kind of Never Never Land – where I had lost touch with reality.
I had been a female Peter Pan, refusing – or unable – to grow up and accept responsibility. It had been amazing, but now things had to change – and fast!
