Too far from what? Too close to what?
When I moved out of London, I got this question so often, that I had to memorize the answer and say it over and over again: You moved to The Cotswolds? Isn’t it too far away? Too far away? I ask back. What do you mean by too far away? It could be too far from your world, your own bubble, but maybe it’s closer to mine.
We tend to create our own bubbles and everything that is different could be wrong. I don’t think there’s right or wrong. Just different. When you live in London you can be tricked and believe that’s London and the rest of the world. London is an amazing city, full of opportunities, nice venues, events, great people, amazing architecture, but it’s not the centre of the world. It’s just another city. Or bubble.
Since I moved to The Cotswolds, I finally found my pace. Not too quick, not too slow. Perfect pace. Now I live in a very small village, surrounded by fields, woods, rivers and a bit of wildlife. When I walk on the village pathways, I salute my neighbours, sometimes stop for small talk and the cashier lady from the local shop smiles to me almost every time when I get my groceries. The air is so clean, that I can experience intention breathing this time. During the night, when the sky is clear you can see thousands of stars.
Life is simple. Life is great.
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