I often wished I  was someone else, but not so much that I was somewhere else. I can easily drift off far off lands in books and daydream enough that it takes me off to another place for a while. That’s enough for me. I actually like it here. The problem has always been liking me here. And you know what? In my fourth decade I’m beginning to like myself, just a little but that’s still progress.

I’m a winter girl. I always have been. Colourful coats, Lenny kravitz style long scarves, cosy hats and gloves…. Today I went on two walks. I think how lucky I am to live near so many nice places to wander- farm roads and woodland walks are seconds from my front door. As I stepped over the fallen leaves, a squirrel dashed across the path, as they often do on my walk. Seeing a squirrel always makes me smile and I don’t know why. I’ve seen countless squirrels here but I still want to stop and stare.

Sure, sipping a Pina colada pool side is appealing to me but would I really swap it for this cosy blanket and cuppa? Nope.