Do you ever find yourself driving home and all of a sudden realise, just how grateful you are to have a beautiful home, filled with beautiful plants and food in the fridge? Home is where creativity flows and hobbies begin. I can flood the house with music and dance with freedom if I want to. I have a comfy bed to curl up in at night and blankets to keep me warm. When Im home and hear the sound of rain outside a familiar state of contentment washes over me and every time, I never want to be anywhere else. If ever I’m feeling lost I can walk to the beach at the end of my street, look out at the horizon with my feet planted at the edge of the country and in those moments my problems disappear. I’m able to lay in my hammock on the deck in my backyard, look up at the moon shining bright through the surrounding trees and remind myself just how physiologically extraordinary it is to be here.
Yeah... I really am grateful for my home - 1 hour ago