If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Before dawn, I awoke to toddler kisses on my cheeks and the faint crow of a rooster calling the day to begin.
The scent of coffee drifted through the kitchen as my husband and I eased into the morning. Our six-year-old son stirred under his blanket, still half-dreaming, and soon began retelling the Great Lakes ghost ship story we’d read the night before. Our two-year-old daughter tugged at my sleeve, eager to gather eggs from the chicken coop. Outside, the sky hung pale gray, the world quiet except for the rustle of animals waking.
In that stillness, surrounded by the people I love, I felt an unshakable peace—the kind that reminds me I could never imagine living anywhere else.
If I could live anywhere in the world, I would choose to be right here—with my family and our small but lively homestead. Together, we’ve shaped a life that’s rooted in rhythm and purpose, surrounded by gardens that feed us and animals that fill our days with energy and laughter.
Pigs snuffle in the mud, turkeys strut proudly in their corn crib enclosure, and chickens announce each new egg as if it were an accomplishment worth celebrating. Our home isn’t grand, but it hums with life.
Our community, too, has become an extension of that home. When we start a renovation project, chase a runaway chicken, or need an extra hand keeping the kids busy, help is never far away. Friends arrive with tools, spare time, and easy smiles. That kind of closeness doesn’t come from a picture-perfect place. It grows from shared effort, trust, and the understanding that we rise and thrive together.
I could wake up to a mountain sunrise or fall asleep to the lull of the ocean, but it wouldn’t compare to mornings like this one. The warmth of my daughter’s tiny hands, the echo of my son’s laughter, and the smell of coffee mingling with fresh earth from the garden. For us, home isn’t measured by scenery or luxury; it lives in the laughter, labor, and love that fill each day.
And as the first light spills across our field, I feel her tiny kiss still warm on my cheek. In this moment, I know this truly is the most beautiful place in the world.
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