I suppose that’s why I had this bubbling sensation in my belly, because I felt so nervous about my own presentation which was around the idea of ‘belatedness’ or ‘lateness of arrival’, how it feels to be told you are ‘late to the party’ because you couldn’t access the resources required to be mainstream. It was a tribute to the scholarship of Black and third-world feminists of colour and how they were able to transform the margins into a site of power. I made my presentation standing, because my ass was still reeling from the impact of sitting continuously for five hours. Once I began, I could already feel the stress leave my body because I found, in the audience, so many eager and attentive ears. I got excellent feedback. One researcher called my presentation ‘more literary than scholarly’ and it made my day.

This was one of those trips where I felt a little haunted by the ghost of my former life. I had a consciousness of what it would have been like if I had been child-free. I would have had more time, energy and attention span to network and make connections. I would have also experienced the city differently. I did have about 40 minutes on our second day when our child was asleep with my partner. I had extended his nap and knew he could now manage without me. I got dressed, told my partner I was heading out, and I walked along the river Ljubljanica alone, taking in the romantic setting—for romantic is perhaps the best term one can use to describe the old town. The famous ‘triple bridge’ is this climactic point where you suddenly experience the force of the river, its tide and its gushing soundtrack. It was beginning to clear after a rainy morning and there was the scent of roasting chestnuts pervading the air. I windowshopped a bit and even visited two thrift shops. Nothing called out to me, but I won’t minimise how much I savoured the experience of being alone in a new city.

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It was one of those moments when I felt so grateful to myself for having lived my child-free years with so much abandon and audacity, for having solo travelled as much as I did. It means I have no regrets as I foray through these years of co-dependency. My reverie was interrupted when my partner called to tell me our child had woken up. By then I was happy and excited to spend the rest of the day with them. There’s a reason, I guess, why I now only travel for events that are accommodating of my partner and my child. It’s my way of getting the art world to truly commit to enabling women to have post-partum careers.

Deliberating on the life and times of Everywoman, Rosalyn D’Mello is a reputable art critic and the author of A Handbook For My Lover. She tweets @RosaParx
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