I love living in the hills, which I suppose is a good thing, but of late I have been thinking about it more and more.I am not sure what it is, but I find myself more and more not wanting to go down the mountain.
Now for people like my Uncle who finds the saying "down the mountain" quite funny, I am positive or at least hoping that there are others that feel the same.
I love living in this community of ours, I love the environment in which we get to share the beauty of the trees, the vegetation and the little townships nestled amongst them.
The reason I hate heading down the mountain I believe, is that it does not contain these wonder full things.
It is a feeling of dread to head out of my little haven and face that big bad world of suburbia.
I hate that it is busier, more crowded and the feeling of being trapped by all that is around you, its stifling.
I find as I drive up the mountain I feel myself relax, breath more deeply and can take in the magnificent views that the hills have to offer.
I know for sure that this is where I am meant to be, nestled amongst the natural giants, where you can hide if you feel the need or can be amongst them all and feel a sense of peace.
It is where I like to call home.
TFL
Tania
