Monday, 30 November 2009

I keep dreaming about moving to the countryside.

There's a farmhouse that we pass just before the train pulls into my parents' stop.

I can only see one road or track that leads to it.

Its white, topped with a thatched roof, surrounded by outbuildings. It looks like a real home.

I keep dreaming about living there...

1 comment:

  1. I flip flop from wanting that and the city life. Is there a happy medium? Ah ha