I’ve always needed solitude. There’s nothing more soothing to me than simply being comfortable, maybe with a book or a hand sewing project to engage me. Even when I was growing up, I could spend hours alone on our front verandah, drawing clouds with creamy pastels, or in my bedroom, dreaming or reading.
Nothing’s changed now that I’m older. I don’t crave travel to foreign countries or being with large groups of people. That’s not me. I am a homebody and that satisfies me.
I think that as you get older, you get to accept that your inner self is what makes you happy. It’s what you are, deep inside, that defines the type of life you enjoy.
Making a comfortable home and pottering around it and my garden – these are the parts of my life that nurture me. Now, as I share that with another like-minded person, it is even more satisfying. And there can’t be anything better than that.