I wish that I didn't live here. Sometimes living in the city makes me feel ill. I long to find a cottage somewhere, far away from everyone, just me and my beloved cats. Maybe get some chickens and a small plot of land to grow my own produce... that would be heaven to me, it really would be.
Sadly, I have no choice, but to live where I do as I cannot afford to leave this place... and I do love this house. I feel safe here, and once I come home and shut the door, nothing else matters. I am in a very safe neighbourhood, and the people are polite, yet leave me alone (which suits me fine). I have a small garden (much neglected now, because of my ill health), but I may look into changing a small part of it into a herb garden if next spring is not too cold.
It's just the city that annoys me, sometimes, the noise, the dirt and grime, the rude people (sadly especially the youth of today). If I could wave a magic wand and have this house transported to my forest, what joy (but that will only ever be a dream).
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