My Happy Place

Everybody has their 'happy place', that place in the Mind Palace that they can retreat into when real life is a bit too frantic, or ugly, or both.

The happy place is usually perfect; it might be what we strive for and where we consider contentment truly lies, or simply somewhere beautiful to daydream in before we are pulled back to reality, back from our holiday within ourselves. It might be our past, or perhaps what we want in our future.

Here is my happy place: tread carefully, please.

I needed that. Now. Back to real life...

Comments

[Geertrude]

Your happy place looks a lot like mine...
You know where I go when I need to escape from reality? I visit the Ingalls family in Walnut Grove (there's a little house on the prairy obsession going on here since reruns started on tv).

[Jamey]

Hey, you found my happy place too! Maybe we're all in that same happy place, just in different bits. And besides, what's a fab place with wool and goats and ovens and rolling hills without other people to chat with!

Those goats are too spectacularly cute. I have bad, bad goat lust. (Ew. Not like that. Ew.) The last time I went to the city farm I nearly tried to figure out how I'd strap one to the parcel rack of my bicycle and pedal it home to my tiny urban garden.

[Jackie @ Lilolu]

...just breathtaking.

[Account Deleted]

I think your happy place is now my happy place, too. :)

[Lynn]

How utterly dreamy! Just looking at all these gorgeous pictures made me happy :)

[YveeB]

wow! Your happy place has something perfect in it. Something I never saw before, a Rayburn/Aga just as a stove. That'd be great for forced townies like me. Try finding a European town flat that can take a proper one! It'd end up in the cellar having taken the two lots of neighbours underneath kitchens with it. Thanks for that!

[Mu Mu Design]

Well, we can dream...