Sometimes the most beautiful places are filled with the shittiest people. It works just the opposite too.
I have only a few hours left in this cottage. I’m gathering my belongings and my thoughts.
I’m going to miss running to the beach everyday and biking around the farm. There is so much natural beauty in this place that it’s almost unfair to look at.
I spent most days alone. Exercising, reading, taking notes, walking and cooking. I’m guilty for spending an extra hour on my phone when I could’ve just sat outside.
Truth be told, what’s worse than the flocking number of wasps in this town is the actual wasps. Hah. Yes.
I don’t know what’s more annoying…. having a bee the size of your thumb circle around the book you’re reading OR constantly going out into the town and being referred to as exotic.
“You’re so exotic. You’re from Iraq? You look just like my Persian friend.”
“Wow! You’re from Ireland? You look just like my friend from the UK.”
Good thing there is wine. I always come back with comebacks that are made for night time television.
Between waking up to a new insect in my bed every morning and getting cut in line because I look like the staff, this was the most beautiful summer I’ve ever had.
I did things that I’ve never tried before. I woke up to the sun and fell asleep to the moon.
With all of this time in enchanted beauty and solitude I didn’t figure out all of the puzzling questions I had in my head… no…
But something did happen towards the end… that I just can’t explain in writing.