If I could live anywhere in the world, I’d pick somewhere quiet.
Somewhere with space, trees, and a view that doesn’t fight for attention.

Not a famous city or a landmark people collect postcards of — just a calm, steady place where you can hear yourself think. The kind of place where stepping outside feels like hitting a soft reset button.

I don’t need the perfect climate or a big skyline. Just room to breathe, a bit of nature, and the feeling that the world isn’t rushing past at full sprint.

Wherever that is, that’s home enough for me.