As I grow older, I just have this fantasy of fucking off into the forest and growing herbs.
Im a painter, so it wouldn't be all that unusual for me, and I didnt have children, so no 'deep' ties.
However, I am 47, and adore my partner of 28 years to bits, but I look at this world and how we all tend to conform to some extent, and I Love the idea of just pleasing myself full time!
I want a giant studio with a faded dusky rose coloured sofa, plenty Turkish rugs, jars of stones, moss and glass cabinets full to the brim with books and stuffed birds
, a large sink and an open fire. I want rustic, used-and-loved, long flowing day-gowns and cake for dinner.
I don't care about an existing address, a bloody mortgage or anything else. just pure unadulterated eccentricity. Nothing 'sensible', but one must also desire to be financially independent and never reliant upon a man.
I want to fuck off into the unknown whenever I feel like it, jump on a bus, train, consulting no-one. Or else fill the car with many coloured cats and settle in some remote Scottish village for a while.
I mean, I do value my family and friends, too, but ideally my little fantasy involves them grinning along and encouraging me:)
Anyone else have a desire to escape the ordinary?