There is a tiny part of me, I must admit, that wishes to live surrounded by green fields.
No, I don't mean to move away from Brooklyn or from Carroll Gardens, but whenever we leave the city and drive to other parts of the country, I always imagine what my life would be like if I lived closer to nature. I also have the bad habit of looking at old houses alongside the road and imagining what they could look like if I could renovate it. Take the place above. We came across this old barn in North Carolina on our way to the beach. With some fixing-up and a woman's touch, this place could be quite lovely. Don't you think?
I do think, though, that I would miss running into neighbors and friends on Court Street...
No, I don't mean to move away from Brooklyn or from Carroll Gardens, but whenever we leave the city and drive to other parts of the country, I always imagine what my life would be like if I lived closer to nature. I also have the bad habit of looking at old houses alongside the road and imagining what they could look like if I could renovate it. Take the place above. We came across this old barn in North Carolina on our way to the beach. With some fixing-up and a woman's touch, this place could be quite lovely. Don't you think?
I do think, though, that I would miss running into neighbors and friends on Court Street...
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