One of my simplest pleasures, now that I’m all moved in to my house with its tennis-court sized (while completely un-landscaped) garden is to simply… just be in my house.
When we were in the flat, we always had somewhere we needed to go. We were always on our way out somewhere or for a weekend away. Now, my favourite thing to do is come home. And to be at home. And to just, walk around my home. It’s a very simple pleasure, but I think I’ve just spent the last two hours doing exactly that. Pottering.
It really is the simple things in life that can make you happy.
(I acknowledge that this post was in no way helpful, informative or grammatically correct. But sometimes you need to just say what’s on your mind)