We all have our days when we want to run away. A different locale, or a switch in geography that will help us escape – ourselves.
It is true. There are times that a change of scenery affords us just the diversion we need to return back to – ourselves.
As I searched cottages for later this year and into the next, I kept returning to the question why?
Yes, oceanfront sunrises are the best. Yes, falling asleep to the sound of the ocean is perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Yet I couldn’t settle or justify the why.
My darling Vivienne would be tense for a number of days. There would be a lot of effort put into leaving behind what has become my home for a brief period of time. After all, I now have plants and herbs.
And as much as I want to – I don’t.
My weekends in Maine are annual – one with friends, the other with family.
But I’m blessed with a road trip that I can make any day – like today. In an hour, I’m at the ocean. I’m in York. I’m at the Playhouse. I’m a million miles away in my mind, yet an hour from home.
How grateful am I.
Yet my home is my sanctuary. It is not a place I want to escape, but a place I want to spend more time – even if I do work from here. I love my surroundings. I am comforted in my space. I am content, satisfied and – happy.
Wherever I go, there I am.
Create a space and life you don’t want to escape – but rather one you want to retreat to.
Home is wherever your heart is.