I like the idea of living in the south of France. A small cottage nestled in rolling hills and vineyards, where I could write and escape. I’d have croissants and fresh orange juice for breakfast; I’d cycle in town on my blue bicycle and straw basket; and live off the fresh vegetables growing in my patch of the world.
Why? I already said it. So I could escape. This world is full of craziness, depressing craziness. I’d love to move somewhere I could forget. Forget everything Western civilisation has cursed us with and just simply live the happy ever after Disney promised me in my child hood.
That or I’d stay here in my Melbourne townhouse enjoying my lattes in the musical laneways.
If you could live anywhere in the world… Where would you live and why?