most people fantasize of living in opulent luxury should they become insanely wealthy but honestly
i’d want to live in a humble but sturdy, well built and insulated cottage like house in the country. a good amount of land, half open fields, half forest. i have a pond, a vegetable garden, and gorgeous wild and foreign flowers everywhere. a greenhouse! where butterflies and bees take refuge on chilly nights. hummingbird feeders. a spacious chicken coop with happy little cluckers who like to sit on my lap. a hammock or rocking chair or two. warm, cozy fireplace.
and little kids will start a rumor i’m a witch or a faerie but not in a mean way. the neighborhood kids come to learn about caterpillars and metamorphosis, or ask to feed the koi, pet the chickens, or just watch the bumblebees stuff their faces in the flowers. cookies and milk and lemonade and strawberries. kids of all ages can come in refuge.
and because im crazy rich? the poor kids, not expecting much on christmas, will receive dozens of presents on Christmas/Hanukkah from an anonymous Santa (their parents too!). Kids who can’t afford school supplies awake to find a backpack stuffed with pencils, paper, erasers, and library cards. Teenagers aching about not being able to afford college will be surprised to find out someone’s paid all four years of their tuition in advance, plus textbook costs. Single parents struggling to feed their kids will find a basket of fresh veggies, eggs, and baked goods on their kitchen window. bullies and their victims find brochures in their rooms about how they have free counseling/therapy sessions at local offices.
bascially i want to be the anonymous rich hermit who brightens the lives of others