The perfect place I call home

So here I am in my idyllic little home pretending to be someone fantastic like Bon Iver.

This cottage really is ridiculously perfect for me. I mean, anyone could claim the views are breath taking. The panoramic view of the ocean opening up before you, the rolling hills that lay down a stupidly picturesque setting for the sunrise, the quaint flowering garden, my new addition of a little vege and herb patch- they all spell out bliss to your average person. And of course I am elated by all of this on a daily basis. But it’s not just that for me.

Honestly there’s a whole lot I love about living alone. I also get pretty excited about my cosy little nest up the ladder with a dreamy pile of pillows and mosquito net, the big bay-leaf tree that rattles against the window on a stormy night. It’s filled with singing tuis been their cheeky selves. Behind it is a breathtaking backdrop of the unspoilt hills. I love the fact that most nights, since I have no curtains, I can actually star gaze from this spot and some nights the moon lights it up enough that I can read in its glow.

I love how every single window you look out wild flax and fern fill your view. I love how walking to work consists of strolling through knee length grass with roaming rabbits and pheasants.

And I love how this little secluded spot up the hill instils an inspiration to write. One I haven’t felt in years. It’s a welcome return to have a little ambition in this path. Its one I had given up on. But in a house like this with my days free, jeesh, it’s perfect!

So here I am slaying stray cockroaches the size of my pinky finger like a warrior, baking up a storm, falling asleep with a book in the sun, going back to basics with no tv, microwave, jug, dishwasher, phone line, little internet and most days, writing. I am still waiting for some ingenious topic to catch me so that I can really morph into a specific story line. But I figure if it’s going to happen, this is a pretty perfect place for it to start.

I have also sheepishly decided to overcome one of the biggest flaws in my dream to be a professional writer. Which is my extreme fear of sharing any of my writing. So I will very hesitantly be sharing a few bits here and there with no real purpose or meaning or editing for that matter but as a baby step in overcoming this fear.

And so with all that said, here’s the encore to my sneaky peak a few weeks ago. A few more snaps of my homely home home. 

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