Monday, June 25, 2018

Quilts and Walks

I love going home. I grew up in this place, in this country space. And now that I have lived in the city for so many years, I find myself being drawn more and more back here. I am getting weary of hearing neighbours screams and listening to yet another siren. I want to hear the leaves whisper, the birds sing, to see the amazing beauty that country land can offer. I want quilt picnics forever, laundry hung up on the line daily, walks that are provided with no fear of traffic. I am missing and craving my childhood home. Hopefully, one day, I will have a space like this that I can call my own, but in the meantime, I will try hard to remember just how much I need this place. My childhood home, the countryside, the quiet. 

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