"this is home."
towering high rise apartments. blistering heat.
an inescapable blanket of damp engulfs you the moment you step out the door.
cicadas scream all year round.
rainfall, expected always.
i don't know anywhere else.
this is the only place i've lived.
yet all of my fantasies lead elsewhere,
and i don't know what to do with that fact.
this too, the woodland cabin eternally cast in the light of golden hour...
remains a dream.
...perhaps it is safer to keep it that way.
If it's not already obvious...

I'm actually a city person through and through.
I love cafe-hopping and getting lost in shopping malls. Or exploring urban places just to see where it could take me. I'm most comfortable when there's a background buzz of people, and can't sleep where the nights are dead silent.

I'm not sure why it's important to me that people know this. Maybe it's to explain why I made Haven's house, which is tucked deep in the woods, despite feeling at home among the high rises.

Where I live, the culture I am from...is deeply claustrophic. Everything is snip snap fast in a way I cannot keep up with. I do not fit into the mold in many ways and that has been...hard, from a social and legal stand-point. To try fashion an ideal image of a home at 'home', amongst all that is familiar, just serves to remind me how untrue that is.

So.

Cottage in the woods.

I don't know anything about actually living off the grid, and suspect I won't actually enjoy it. But it's far away enough to act as greener pastures.

I'm aware it's an ideal that has been romanticised the hell out of, but I'm quite happy to leave as that. It's nice to have the fantasy that somewhere can truly be safe, a retreat from the 'real world'.





So, whenever you are ready to Go Home...