Do you dream of a house by the sea? I do. A cozy little cottage made of stone or covered in weather-beaten shingles. It would sit on a hill, surrounded by a lush garden full of herbs and over-grown flowers. The air would always be just chilly enough to need a cozy sweater, and you could drink your tea, and look out over a gray and rocky shore.
Whenever I’m visiting little coastal towns, I’m looking for this house. Sometimes I find it, sometimes I don’t, but always I’m imagining myself there.