I have my own room here at the farm. It isn’t usually a bedroom, but due to the construction work going on here, Lori put a bed in the “everything-else-room”. There are three saddles hanging on the wall, and a big cupboard full of watercolours and paintbrushes.

And above my bed there’s a map of the world. With the smell of leather from the saddles and the map being the last thing I see before I close my eyes at night, I feel right at home. And so does the cat.
