Somewhere there is a place where we belong

We're talking about moving to the country in the future- wide open spaces, a big house, planting our own flowers and vegetables, a porch, our children being able to run around freely, seeing the sky stretched out into forever.

I cannot wait.

In the meantime we go to the cafe. We have chai and some toasted pear and raspberry bread with butter. We talk. We take photographs. We read books on interior design. We dream. And we have faith that our dreams will come true. In the meantime, we also plant pansies and more herbs for the shared garden in the back. The smell of fresh earth and the act of planting under the afternoon sun remind me of what is to come.