my cottage is safe
i prefer to dwell outside
with crimson blossoms
The photograph was taken, alas, not outside my own home but in the Aran Islands, Ireland. The full topic of this week's Sunday Scribblings is Why I Live Where I Live.
After reading several other posts by the Sunday Scribblings troupe I finally figured out how to answer this question in a way that is a little less cryptic than my haiku attempt. I didn't know what to write at first because I couldn't really put a finger on how I really felt about where I live or why I here. What I discovered through the writings of others is that it doesn't matter so much to me where I live as long a I can leave there from time to time to discover new places. My husband is the one with the Irish roots but I am the one with the traveler's blood and inherited it from my father.
Some of my most precious childhood memories are watching my father pour over road maps as though they were the Dead Sea Scrolls weeks before our yearly summer vacation. Also the entire time I was growing up, we subscribed to National Geographic magazine which of course presented a world of possibilities each and every month. So I was destined to be an explorer through both nature and nurture (it's always nice to say, "It's not my fault").
So I suppose for me it isn't so much a question of where I live, but where am I going. And why? Because there is so much out there to explore.