A quaint white cottage with flowers and vines growing near the walls
Its built in a big meadow amongst low rolling hills
The hills are covered in lush grass and dotted with swathes of wildflowers
Theres a picturesque forest nearby and towering mountains in the background, encircling my home and beckoning me to traverse over them
Cold, shallow streams and creeks cut through the hills, perfect for splashing in during a hot day
Theres a vegetable garden, and flowerbeds neatly arranged around the cottage, and strawberries that i can pick and make into jam and tarts
There are dogs that frolick and run in the fields, and bees that buzz happily through the flower-carpeted meadow whose honey i can collect, and a fluffy cow who grazes the grass near the forest, and soft cats that enjoy lazing in the sun on my windowsills
There are kind neighbours: they are far enough away that i am free to do as i wish without their sight or judgement; but close enough that we know each other and are cheerful friends
There’s a little path leading from my front door, under an archway covered in blooming vines to a winding, rarely-used country road
The sun shines often, and the rain is a comforting sound on the roof of my cottage where i am warm and cozy. I am free to lie among the flowers, pillowed by the grass, and watch the clouds drift by, or sit on the hills and gaze at the stars for hours on end.
I learn to paint, and bake, and knit, and enjoy the simplicity and comfort of my life
My home is clean and pretty: i have soft blankets, mismatched teacups and mugs, big windows and cozy furniture, artwork that i love, cupboards that are always full and a shelf full of treasured books and belongings
I am free to explore, and adventure; to wear breezy clothes, and draw and write and photograph: i can be both creative, and domestic, and adventurous, and kind and happy and curious and utterly peaceful and content, all at once, forever
When I was little, I loved the trope of “I love them [romantically] but I can’t tell them because I’m scared they won’t reciprocate.” But you know what’s occurred to me? This trope works even better in a platonic/familial sense, because it’s so much less common to admit those types of feelings to someone.
Give me two friends who have to keep biting their tongue to not introduce the other as “my best friend,” because wow, this person really is my best friend but what if I’m not theirs, and best is such a strong word, and will they be offended, and I don’t want to slip up they’re so cool
Give me a completely platonic boy/girl duo who sees each other as brother and sister but not wanting to say so, because that’s a really unusual thing to do, and in so many movies those relationships turn into a romance, and what if people think we’re faking it to “hide our feelings,” but wow I’m really not attracted to them and they’re like a sibling to me
Give me an adult who sees a child like their daughter/son and trying their hardest not to think about them that way, because at least somewhere (if not present), they have biological parents who might love and/or miss them, and I feel like that’s disrespecting them, and anyways how do I explain to a kid (especially a young one) that I love them like they were my own, and I know I trained them and mentored them and even raised them but what if they wish they knew their real parents and just aren’t saying anything to be polite
This is the most fantastic idea ever and I love every bit of it
Juli Fusina and More 