I’ve never lived at the end of the street; well; my parents house is, but it’s an odd end of the street – it’s a junction, with houses all around. Well, stables and houses.
The only time I’ve ever been in a house that’s at the end of the street was staying with Kara – looking out of her window and seeing that view of mountains every morning was inspiring and beautiful. So it’s weird to be sat at the end of the street, as I am now, the big blue sky opening away from you; I’d never realised what a difference it made, but it’s so relaxing to have the houses sort of in the periphery.
Of course, when I’ve got cushions on the sofa, my view will change, and instead of the beautiful sky being the bottom and top of my view, the houses at the far end of the street will be there, but for the moment I’m reminded of Alaska and big skies.
