I've lived many beautiful places in my life.
Still, I would love to vacation there when time and finances will allow, really pretty place.
But more and more I am feeling the pull of the life I've always dreamed of for myself. The quiet life in a cabin in the pines. Warm wood and an easy going pace. My dog. The love of my life sitting next to me on the porch while we watch the sun go down over the water. It's pulling me more and more insistently, whispering "this is the only life you've been given, start living it the way you want". The peace. Wind chimes and water flowing. The smell of pine trees and the fireplace. Hiking. This is why I work so hard and so many hours. I'm working toward a dream I've carried and comforted myself with since I was a lonely little girl with strange people passed out all over her house, and a mother that never knew what day it was. I've managed to twist the road to this life, of my own accord with my own decisions, but rather than hold anger against myself for my idiocy, I'm trying to see that I still have time to chase that dream of a quiet life in the trees, on the water.
And dammit, I'm going to get it.