This is a picture of a picture, which is hanging on our bedroom wall. It’s a watercolour painting by an artist we really like, called Matt Forster. This picture means a lot to us; in our old life, J and I used to look at it and muse about how amazing it would be to live nearer the hills we love, we used to imagine what our life would be like.
And now we live here, nearer to those beloved hills, and life is good. Not necessarily easy (but nothing truly good and worthwhile is that easy) but really, really good. I get to look at the hills (from a distance) every day. I’m not sure old me would believe that life really would change that much. And we still love this picture.