adolesence

lately i've been thinking about where i live. my house, the farm, the nature surrounding it. my parents inharated the property from my grandfather about ten years ago. we moved here when i was about four years old, so i basically grew up here. it's quite isolated and placed high above sea level. i used to be quite unhappy about living here. i would nag my mom about the fact that we live so far away from all my friends. not to mention sivilisation in general. i remember using hours when walking home from school, not neceserally because it takes hours, but because i would gradually loose my motivation while trying to focus on getting to the top of the next of many hills to come. but for the last couple of years, i've really started to enjoy living here. the fact that the forrest is in my backyard sooths me. there's nobody else around here, but me and my family. when we were little, me and my brothers used to run around doing all sorts of stuff. we would stay out for hours, in our treehouse, by the river and out on the gigantic fields that surrounds our house. when i go out to the poarch, the only thing i hear is the distant sound of the river that runs beside my house. i can see everything from here. the fjord, the mountains, the sky. i like living here. i kind of love it actually. tonight, for instance, i got home really late and desided to put on a leonard cohen record. i went out on my poarch and smoked a cigarette while the moon was up, and the lights around town started to go out, one by one. i heard the record playing through the window, and as i sat there i started thinking about it again. my house, the farm, the nature surrounding it. it turns out it's a big part of my life.