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22 May 2014

The Beauty On Your Doorstep

                                                                                                                                                                    Yesterday I was sitting at home on the couch, browsing through the tv channels, checking my phone every 6 seconds, and eating a copious amount of biscuits. I was bored and fed up.

I started to day dream about how wonderful it would be if I lived in a big city like New York or Paris. I could just walk out my door to an abundance of life and do anything I wanted. I could have a mooch through the clothing stores, explore the museums, grab a Starbucks, or just chill out in a park and simply watch people go by, living their lives. Maybe I would talk to one of those people and they could add something to my life that I do not have. The possibilities and opportunities just seemed to be so much greater in any place other than here. 

I felt trapped. There was no place of any significance that I could get to without getting in my car. There was no people, no shops, no buildings, no life for miles around me.

But then, whilst immersed in self pity, I started to think that perhaps there is a young woman in New York City who dreams of escaping the concrete jungle, maybe she feels trapped. Maybe she has been there her entire life and the idea of the countryside, fields and space is only something she see's on TV.

The more I thought about it, the more sure I became that there are definitely many many people in the world who would give anything to come here. Perhaps the Irish countryside seems like a distant land of peace and tranquility which they could only dream of going to. 

Then the quote 'the grass is always greener on the other side came to mind' and I realized that this is very true. Places far away and different to what we are used to always seem like bliss, like the ultimate utopia.

So I decided that I was going to imagine that I was that young hypothetical women from New York. I was going to go for a walk and view every little thing, that seems so mundane and boring to me with the eyes of this tourist. I was going to breathe in the beautiful clean and unpolluted fresh air. Listen to the sound of silence and appreciate every little thing. I decided to take along my camera, to help me focus on the beauty. As they say, taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second. 

 My little walk made me realise that there is life outside my door, maybe not much human life but in a way that is kind of beautiful. I also realised that I'm certainly not trapped. I am quite the opposite for sure. On my little walk I felt incredibly free and content.

Do you ever feel sick of where you live and dream of being somewhere else? Sometimes it's really difficult to appreciate our own homes. Whether you live in the countryside like me, a bustling town or city, or the middle of a dessert. Be grateful. There is someone somewhere who wishes they were there.

I hope you like the pictures I took on my little stroll down the road and through some fields. 

Shoutout to my mother for photo bombing ;)
 I hope you enjoyed this post!
Leave me a comment and let me know how you feel about where you live and where you sometimes wish you lived!

Have a brilliant Thursday,

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Louise Francesca said...

amazing post, I've been feeling the same about where I live lately but this post makes me want to go outside and take advantage of it!


Anonymous said...

I have lived in a very small town for my entire life. All I've ever wanted to do is escape the people and boring places that make me feel like I'm drowning. But then, when I'm very far away, at the bustle and hustle of school, a little part of me longs for lazy nights and watching sunrises and visiting the local farm. So the grass does often seem greener, and sometimes it is, but you should never forget the place you grew up in.

Madeline | Ring-a-Round a Rosey | Bloglovin’

Michaela Higgins said...

Living in London I feel as though I am trapped in a way. Back home in Ireland, in the countryside I feel free. Outside my door in Ireland I take a deep breath and it's refreshing, but here in the hustle and bustle there's smoke and a feeling of being claustrophobic. I would advise the New Yorker to getaway for weekends. In a quiet, isolated place. There are many good things about living in a city, but everyone is different. Some people can sleep better with noise, some without.

Seeing these pictures is making me homesick, hehe, a good thing really. Reminds me not to take it for granted.

Kayla xxx

Sinead said...

Ya you're right! haha sorry for making you feel homesick Kayla...you'll be home soon though, yay :) x

Sinead said...

Yeah we gotta appreciate where we are from :) xx

Sinead said...

I hope this made you feel a bit better about where you live :) xx

Dib-Dab-Debs said...

Absolutely gorgeous photos. You are definitely lucky to live in such beautiful countryside. I'm always a drive away from lovely country walks with the dog which means I'm limited to when the other half is home because I don't drive! I love living between the city and countryside though as it does mean that it's just a short car journey to either depending on my mood.
Debi x

Sinead said...

Thanks Debi :) that's not so bad then! I'm a 20 minute drive from the city which is great since many places in Ireland are hours away from the nearest city! I'm definitely not complaining but it sometimes I think it would be nice to walk out in to a town or city :) x

RazMaTaz said...

I feel the exact same here in Guernsey, it's such a beautiful island but so far from anywhere. We've just got to make the most of what we've got. You're photos are stunning by the way, Ireland looks stunning. Xx



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