Monday, 23 September 2013

The Place I call Home

... is beautiful.

I could just stop there, because that is what I truly appreciate about this place.  The beauty.   I know that nowhere else can compare to it, because this is home and I know it always will be.

I have rolling mountains, fresh sea air, white sandy beaches, secret spots, caves, waterfalls, giant waves crashing into rocks, wide open spaces, the best views for miles and miles, a quiet little street that looks perfect even when lit up by street lights.  I have lived in other places... and I will always, always come back to here.  It's just where I belong.  Yes, it's small and lacks opportunities and some might say I don't have the freedom of a large city but I don't need that, I have the freedom to appreciate the creation of the world.  The mountains, the sea, the cliffs, the forests... the natural things.  I get to breathe fresh, sea air every single day and I am so grateful for that.  I get to see the stars twinkle every night when I look up into the sky.  I can walk outside at 3am and know I won't get mugged or attacked or witness something horrific.  I'm not scared here, I'm content and that is all I need.

Some day soon, I'll share some pictures.

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