Oh, no wonder you miss your house in Maine, it must have been a difficult transition to living with neighbours close by. We live out of the city in the hills area of Perth. It certainly has become busier with more people wanting this lifestyle but compared to the suburbs where people live cheek by jowl we’re almost isolated on our half acre. We are in walking distance though of the supermarket, the library and the pub, so we have all bases covered.
Our neighbors are friendly but have young twin daughters who scream and argue all the time followed by the mother screaming at them to be quiet. The husband does offer to help my husband when he's doing stuff outside which is very nice.
I miss my old house in Maine, no neighbors for 100 acres behind the house, a mile to the left and a half mile to the right and in front of the house was the road that had almost no traffic. One the other side of the road that the house faces it was over six miles of thick pine trees. It was very isolated and so peaceful.
We had Dick and Jane, BORING! I hated reading them. I was so lucky my grandparents bought us Dr. Suess books and read them to us. They encouraged us to read the classics as well but Dr. Suess was always a family favorite. I read them to my children and my grandchildren. I still have the copies my grandparents bought and will be passing them onto my great-grandchildren someday.
When my kids went to school, I did the gym thing until my job kept getting in the way and it fell to the wayside. Now, I go a couple times a week, just to keep myself limber. I've talked about going to a pool, and I really think I need to get it done and stop talking about it.
I'm terrified of heights, there's no way Everest would be on my radar either.
Use these words in your entry: fog, sea, wind, desolate, seagulls, thunderstorms, and use this quote as well: “There is peace even in the storm” ― Vincent van Gogh. Have fun.
‘There is peace even in the storm isn’t there?’ My husband whispered during a break in the claps of thunder. Our dog, hiding in the cupboard under the stairs would have disagreed, I’m sure. He hates thunderstorms and prefers to go anywhere to avoid hearing the sounds of the wind whistling under the eaves.
I looked out of the window to the desolatesea, at the seagulls swooping and screeching on the thermals in the leaden sky, the view limited because of the fog rolling in. Soon there’ll be a white nothingness blanketing our home. Perhaps then I will agree with my husband’s use of Van Gogh’s quote.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.25 seconds at 12:56pm on Oct 11, 2025 via server WEBX1.