..to live in a house.
To take 10 steps and be out on a green lawn where you can leave your things while you go inside to grab an ice cream or something.
To lay in the shade of a green tree with your book until late in the evening under a sun that gives the impression of never wanting to set.
To open up the front door when a thunder storm passes by and just sit on the front porch or stand in the opening watching the flood outside.
To have two floors where you can move around and get your privacy.
To always have people around your for good and bad. The best part when they are there, but you don’t have to talk. Just hanging out side by side doing your thing.
To have a small gardening area in the backyard where there’ll always be new, fresh, homemade carrots, lettuce and strawberries to choose from.
To have neighbours on each side from whom you can borrow the lawn mower and talk about the weather with and whos’ children were your childhood friends.
And to ride your bike 5 minutes down to the river and take a swim as many times a day as you want. Or going for a boat ride on the sea with your parents in their little motor boat.
I’m really not a house person. I have tried to picture it but have come to terms with the idea that I will never own a house. Maybe a really big boat where i can live, but not a fixed house.
Still.. I am brought up in a small, friendly neighbourhood where people are friends and the ambiance is really good. Where there is nothing to worry about and where we as kids left the frontdoor unlocked, because there was no risk.
Well..times has changed and the security risk with it. But the neighbourhood still stands.
And for me, my summer visits at this place are invaluable. The childhood memories, the lovely people, the village feel, the closeness to nature.
It was an amazing place to grow up and I will always appreciate coming here to visit.
Who knows, one day I might even bring my house boat đ