I’ve always taken for granted the area I live in. Since I can remember I have always complained about how I want to move house. How I want to live in a different city.
I can now safely say, I would more than happy to live where I am for the rest of my life.
I didn’t realise just how beautiful my home is until I started to branch out across the country. While I love the city, and would give anything to work in London – I’ve come to the decision that I would miss my hometown way too much.
I live in Southampton but as far from the city as you could possibly get. I live in a small area called Warsash. For those of you that have no idea where this is, its on the South Coast, just between Portsmouth and Southampton.
I love living here for several reasons.
Reason number 1.
I live on the coast. While it’s no Miami Beach, its beautiful how it is. My house is just minutes walk to the beach. I took this for granted growing up. While we used to always hang out on the beach as children. Or on the fields looking out to the sea, I never realised just how much of a privilege this is. The beach is a great place to capture your mind. To release your feelings. To expose yourself to artistic experiences.
It is also one of the most beautiful places to walk. I live right next to a Nature Reserve – Holly Hill. This really is my favourite place in the world. It’s beautiful and never ending. Every time you visit you will find a new route that you never new existed. Every time I go I feel like a child again. On my own little mission. In my own wonderland.
Reason number 2.
The people. The area I live in really does have the most friendly and caring people you could wish for in a neighbourhood. Everyone loves the area we live in, and everyone takes care of it. It’s a thing I never released until visiting other city’s.
Reason number 3.
My house. I always thought my house was average. Never knew just how beautiful it really is. My parents take pride in our home. My dad is forever re-decorating the rooms. I thought this was a ‘normal’ thing to do. But I’ve come to realise it’s probably not. My dad loves decorating the house just to how he wants it. I really do live in a beautiful house, one of which I am proud to call my home.
I’m currently sat on my way home from university. This is one of the first times I have happy to be going home. I love living in the city with my friends, but today, is different.
It’s 8 o’clock in the evening, and I can see a beautiful sunset over the sea towards where I live. This alone has made me forget about all my worries. It makes me happy to be heading home. To be heading towards the sun.
While I’m not one for getting old – I would love for life to stand still, just a minute longer every day so that I could treasure all my memories – I don’t like wasting time. I like to be busy, and make the most of the day. However, its times like this where I would be more than happy to just lay on Strawberry Fields, and look out over at the sunset for the evening. It’s not your typical student night, I will admit that, but it’s moments like this that I will remember when I’m older. One’s that hopefully, one day, I will tell my children. It’s a moment that if time was to stand still for just one more minute, I would be taken back to, a time when I would give anything to go back to.