As the weather gets warmer, my fernweh intensifies. I want to be anywhere but my sleepy village--NYC sounds good, or maybe at Abbey's lake, or even the seaside in this country. But for now, I'm here. And that's something I have to accept.
There are moments when I love this place, and I try to remember those reasons when I end up wishing I was elsewhere. I love how my cat curls up on my lap whilst I type, and the pearly light that comes from overcast days, and when my grandparents can drop in for coffee because they live close by.
The nearest town to me is very popular with tourists, and this year I'm making an effort to do some of that touristy stuff. Open top buses and free museums and ice cream in the park. These are the things I need to remember about the place I live. Focusing on why people want to visit here in the first place makes me a bit happier about having spent fourteen years here. The three photos at the top of this piece are just nuggets from the last week of why I liked living here. No--why I love living here.
Tell me--what do you love about your hometown?