Recently, I came to the startling realisation that I don’t like living in a house. No, I don’t like it one bit. I don’t like carpets, I don’t like tiles, and I certainly don’t like walls. Living in a house is just so boring. You wake up in the morning and look at the same old features and furniture. Wouldn’t you rather be out in the wild, experiencing a new grassy field or forest every day? I think I’m going to go camping for the rest of my life. Of course, my partner thinks I’ve lost my mind, and that all we need is a few renovations to get the house looking new. Admittedly, a bathroom renovation certainly wouldn’t be out of place, but I really do just think that living amongst nature is the best way to go. We’ll be hunter-gatherers. I’m sure the kids won’t mind that since they’d be out of school.
New baths, new showers, new kitchen bench? I don’t think any of that is necessary when you wake up to fresh air and mosquito bites. Maybe I’ll buy a hot air balloon and go up high in the sky. I’ll be free as a bird! Nobody will be able to stop me. Then again, I have always wanted to look into kitchen renovations from a Melbourne business, because there are some quality kitchen designers in the area.
Oh, I don’t know. One part of me thinks that perhaps Taylor could be right. What if I just need a fresh coat of paint and a new stove? But the other part of me longs to escape the mundane life caused by living in a house. I’ve been living in a house ever since I was a kid. Like someone who has been in the same job for forty years, they inevitably want a change of some kind. What if this is my midlife crisis? Well, if it is, I certainly don’t want to end up homeless because I got this crazy idea that I needed to live with nature. Perhaps I’ll sleep on the idea before deciding anything for sure.