Wherever that place is, it will be a small eco-friendly property, with some self-contained cabins/retreats that we will rent out. There will be an arbour, with blooming plants climbing up and over it, a spot overlooking the ocean. There, I will drink wine and eat ploughman offerings around a large picnic table with guests wishing to participate, while the sun sets beyond.
Tucked away, beneath some trees, I will have a writing studio. It won’t face the ocean. That would be too distracting. But I’ll still be able to hear the water lapping upon the shore.
And I will have a garden. A large, round garden, bordered and divided by rocks, that will be filled with herbs and my favourite flowers, just like the one at the farm. A garden with smells that will re-feed my soul and my core will once again be restored.
My dream showed me what I have been missing—a sense of belonging, a connection to a place. That’s probably why I loved the quote by David Mitchell: “Travel Far Enough, You’ll Find Yourself.”