We go on vacations to get away from it all, to have fun, and to be happy.
But why do we need to leave our homes to get that?
It seems counter-intuitive to me, but not in a good counter-intuitive way.
I mean, as adults, shouldn’t we make our homes a place where coming home is like an oasis from the real world?
So last night, it was late, and pulling into our long driveway, you could see the two beady eyes immediately, about 30 meters away.
A fox.
I love country living. It often feels like a vacation.
