I adore silence. The kind that doesn't press, but wraps you up like a soft blanket. When there is only breathing in the room, the quiet sound of a boiling kettle and the aroma of freshly baked goods.
I have increasingly begun to notice how good I feel in simple moments. When I read a book that I didn't have time for, or cook jam and remember my grandmother's recipes.
I don't chase noise and glitter - I have learned to appreciate moments that cannot be posted on social networks.
My joys are in the smell of clean linen, in the way the light falls on the floor in the morning, in the warmth on my cheeks after a walk.
I guess I have a lot of that woman in me who dreams of a house that smells of cinnamon and has soft music playing in the kitchen. I don't need constant fuss - I'm looking for a cozy place where I can be myself.