that was then.
I have great friends and I live in a magical land where trees have knobs that are perfectly crafted for the hands of a climber to pull themselves up on. There are expanding mountains that surround my life in an embrace of giant green hills. What's more notable is the quaint stream that is ceaselessly tripping over itself outside my window. Though there are buildings which would seem less romantic, they have a certain appeal to them that allows them to live in the company of all this natural beauty and not take away from it. Life is slow. No one stresses over material things but instead seek reasons to smile. It is pleasurable to live here, quite pleasurable. I feel more at home here than in any of the other places I've established abodes.
That was then.