When I have a really hard day, I think about Scotland. The highlands especially. I’ve always wanted to live there, revel in the peace and serenity that the mountains, the rolling hills, and the over abundance of beautiful heather that dots the landscape can bring. It holds a sort of mystique for me, makes me believe that maybe, just maybe magic really does exist.
Maybe one day I’ll be blogging from my couch in front of a fire, with my dogs at my feet and a very large Highlander reading the paper next to me.
A girl certainly can dream, can’t she?
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?