My first thought upon waking this morning, brought instant happiness to my day. It was a memory of my favorite place. The place where I felt the most peace and experienced the most beauty.
I vividly remember stepping out of the airport the night of my arrival. It was as if I walked right into the mountains, with its fresh air and crisp breeze. The landscape was stunning and it surrounded me. It was paradise.
Alaska. I found my retirement home there several years ago. It was on an island nearby the mainland. From the top of a hill, the house came into view. It sat in a small valley of its very own, nestled among the trees. There were no nearby neighbors and no traffic. Behind the house was a horse stable and in the front, sat the ocean. It was the most beautiful homestead I had ever seen. It was perfect.
For years, that was my dream home. The idea of it still is. Whether it be in Alaska or somewhere else entirely, that piece of land placed a lasting impression in my mind. An impression of the home I dream of having one day.
My retirement home with peace, quiet and beauty all around. I imagine my days riding a horse, enjoying nature, gazing at the stars above and taking walks in the night. Waking early to watch the sunrise and wrapped in a blanket on the porch, as the sun sets. The only sounds to be heard would be the waves of the ocean and the wind in the trees.
Life – simple life. That is my dream home. Wherever it may be, I’ll get there one day.
Never stop dreaming.