I've been lusting over a country house lately.
Something an hour or two outside the city.
Where I could go to relax.
It's funny, because when I pin ideas for my non-existent dream country house,
I mostly end up with kitchens.
Maybe it's just my longing to spend lazy fall Sundays,
making a big pot of soup and curling up by the fire.
Something about stressful Mondays make you pine for lazy weekends.