Do you ever feel like you belong somewhere else? Do you crave for something so bad, your heart just aches?
For me, most days I am fine with where I am, but then the weather changes or something happens to remind me of a memory or dream I’ve longed to either have or go back to.
I wish I had a nice cabin in the mountains where I can go to all year round. I LOVE the outdoors and honestly wish it were Fall twelve months of the year. The smells, the crisp air, the beautiful colors, the fact that I can wear my jeans and sweaters with my sandals and no jacket. Oh, and we can’t forget about the lack of mosquitoes. My favorite time of the day is dusk and that just so happens to be the mosquitoes too. Yuck.
I love how each day is somewhere between 15℃ – 25℃. I can handle temperatures like that. I like sunny days when the air is crisp and I especially love rainy days, preferably with thunder and lightning.
I miss not having my windows open to allow fresh air to enter the house. I used to do that all the time when I lived at my parents house and when I lived on my own. I turned the heat either down or off (depending on the time of year) and opened a window to flush out the stale air. I, unlike my husband, love the fresh air in the house. He seems to have issues with windows open and insists on closing them shortly after I open them. Drives me nuts. I can’t function or be happy in stale, smelly air. What is it with most men liking the smell of a locker room throughout the house? He’ll also complain if I have them open during the afternoon while I’m cleaning the house. Why? Well, he claims he’s too cold sitting stationary in a chair for hours on end playing on the computer, while I’m moving about the house getting hot with all the work I’m doing. So, I tell him to get up and help or put some clothes on as I am not closing the windows.
Surprise. Surprise. He chooses the clothing option.
Some men sure do whine a lot.
Since I can’t afford a cabin in the mountains, I guess I’ll have to go with the next best thing. An acreage, out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by beautiful trees and singing birds. I will also have a screened porch so I can enjoy my favorite time of day and the fresh air without getting eaten alive by the pesky mosquitoes.
I also want to build myself a treehouse, with a sign on the door that say No Boys Allowed, where I can hang out and write in peace and quiet.