Right now it’s not an option to make the choice of living that would be best for me. I have to take the needs of my children into account, and they are first on the agenda.
But not too many years from now they’ll leave the nest and I have to find out what I want to do with the rest of my life.
I know part of it already, and all my friends know it too: I won’t stay here.
Strange as it is, I grew up in this town, I want to leave as soon as possible.
The cosy, friendly town has become a chaos of buildings. A stone area and each day it gets worse.
25 years ago we moved into this house and now this house is ready to be renovated. Not because we made it into a ruin, but because the owner didn’t do much to make it as comfortable as the time requests.
It was not a real problem to us. We gradually downgraded our needs and as we’re grateful people we were happy with a roof above our heads.
Now it means we can life anywhere… in nature that is.
My dream has always been to have a small house in the garden. Not much, just a place to be silent.
Today I found a video online and I think I’ve found someone with the same idea: