I live in the suburbs.
That used to really bother me. I longed for land, an orchard, a barn, woods in which to ramble, soil in which to plant.
It’s not my season for that. My boys ride bikes to their friends’ houses, to the movies, to get an ice cream. Their music lessons are nearby. Their classes and scout group and church functions aren’t far. Their lives are full, rich. Their lives are here, in the middle of it all. The suburbs aren’t all bad.
And me? I have my little cottage studio. I have a front row seat to boyhood. I’ve got coffee shops and books store and the nearness of my own friends.
Still, sometimes my heart longs for a little yellow house surrounded by fields of flowers.
One day, maybe.
*to see more of this little house and order a print, visit my Etsy shop here.