As I drove I wondered the question I've wondered my whole life: Where do I really want to live, where would I be happiest and most at home? I know I love being near water... at the beach or even a lake or river, in walking/ hearing distance is preferable. Water calms me and makes me happy. But I also like a quaint country setting, a farmhouse in the middle of acres of fields and maybe a stream. I love log cabins in the mountains and could be happy living in one. And more often than not I see my father's need for privacy and seclusion from people coming out in me... and crave a wooded spot far from civilization. (Especially when we can't escape screaming kids and babies and cigarette smoke and tailgating in front of our apartment, and fast food smells where we live now!) All that sounds wonderful and peaceful and welcoming. However, there are definitely times when I think I'd love to live in a cool city like Louisville, where we are everyday for work, where we can live in an old charming victorian home turned into apartments, and walk to the park, coffee shop, bookstore, library, and boutiques. Where things are always going on - art fairs, fireworks, festivals. There are tons of great restaurants, museums, and cultural and artsy activities. Also appealing.
It's hard to know until you actually live in a place, how you would like it. I guess that is why I say, "never let me settle..." because I know I can never settle down for good in one place or situation. I look forward to having the opportunity in the future to live in many different lands and places.
