I live in an apartment, on a busy street, in a big city. My apartment building is old but has character. There is no dish washer or
elevator but I have 10 foot high ceilings in my living room and views of the sunset that bring tears to my eyes. I have always lived in the city – in apartments, in houses but always the city.
I am fortunate enough that I can hop in my car and drive 20 minutes either way – north, south, east or west and given the direction I chose I will end up at either the mountains, the ocean or countryside – and I love them all. During my last move I told myself that if I had to live in the city I would bring the places I love to me. My apartment is filled with shells, driftwood and stones so smooth from years of being turned in the ocean that I can stack them into small cairns and pine cones, rocks that sparkle with mica, a small basket filled with unusual and odd things I found during hikes to an array of what I believe to be wonderful photos of some of the most breath-taking sites I have ever seen.
Some of which I have posted here………………….you won’t find much personal information on this blog about me for I wish to remain anonymous but I believe sharing these photos will be ok.
There was a time that I couldn’t decide – couldn’t make up my mind – that if I could live anywhere I wanted where would it be. Mountains? Ocean? Countryside? Since getting cancer, being depressed and actively addicted to the drugs once meant to take the pain away I do not visit these places nearly as much as I want to – and I want to very badly. I live vicariously through the photos I have taken in the past, searching Google for images of where I would want to be, in my dreams and by the small trinkets scattered around my apartment. I long to go to these places and I do sometimes – in small intervals of time when I am physically and mentally capable of doing so.
Lately, I have been putting a lot of thought into this – a lot of thought into where I would like to spend my last days. I think I have decided on the mountains. Maybe a little, simple A-frame house in the mountains close to or on a lake. It doesn’t have to be big or extravagant – just enough space for me for I would want to spend as much time outdoors as I could. I would hike my days away looking at beautiful things and searching for those small treasures to fill that little basket. I would kayak & fish for hours and have a small garden. And when it rained I would still hike and do those things but more than likely I would snuggle up on a comfy chair and read. Reading takes me out of my own mind – out of my own head – and that helps. And when it snows I would keep warm with a fire, build snow people, bake homemade breads and stews.
At this time in my life I don’t know what the future holds or how much time I will have. In the days coming I will know more and maybe I will be able to plan better but until then I am holding onto my dream. My dream on living – not in the city – but in the mountains.