If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Oh my goodness! The answer to that question has changed over the years. Paris was the place I felt at home. I seemed to know my way around without using a map. I wanted to kiss everyone! The vibe was so perfect. But that changed. The last time I saw Paris, there was a feeling of chaos and sadness.
Scotland felt like home. My ancestors fought and died on its soul. I left my true love’s ashes in the heather on a hill, along with a piece of my heart. But it isn’t home.
I would love to live where the weather is a perfect 72 degrees, it only rains at night while I sleep, the sun shines and all is well. But, that fantasy doesn’t exist.
I would like to live in a place close to my children and grandchildren. The fact is they are spread out across the world so I can dream on. I am living in the city I was born in, which is a place I will probably never permanently leave. It is home.
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