I have recently moved to a little town way up in the mountains. I absolutely love it. My evening walks consist of bats, crickets and bullfrogs instead of guns and yelling. I don’t carry a knife for protection anymore. Everyone in town finds me odd, but in a good way. They seem to like my ever changing hair colors and me collecting wild flowers to put in my unruly hair.
I get to wonder into the woods to collect plants and herbs. I eat wild raspberries and blueberries.
I am so content and happy. My craft is flourishing. I feel at home here.