I have an idealized dream of what living in rural Europe is like. The buildings are old (which – to me – means lived-in, comforting, and soulful), the days are simpler (filled with domestic tasks like cooking slow food, and spending time with family), and the pace is easy.
My dream home is a place that holds all of those things – and more. Things like love, and care. And laughter. And occasional tears.
A place where I can enjoy the beauty of a tomato.
And be fed without eating a bite.
What’s your dream of home?