“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
That’s exactly how it felt when we found our place.
Everything clicked—nature, the setting, the village, the people.
Ten years. A dream ten years in the making.
For the first time, I felt we had found our little paradise. I could picture us growing old there.
Everything clicked—nature, the setting, the village, the people.
Ten years. A dream ten years in the making.
For the first time, I felt we had found our little paradise. I could picture us growing old there.
Peace.
A sacred word, almost. An impossible quest. And yet it felt so perfect there that I was convinced I had finally found it.
A sacred word, almost. An impossible quest. And yet it felt so perfect there that I was convinced I had finally found it.
