The moon would be a difficult place to live, if you ask me. But if it is livable and has a residing Target within the next thirty years, sign me up.
I have a love/hate relationship with the beach. For one thing, there is sand everywhere—which I can’t stand. And the demonic grains that somehow find their way into my bag and bathing suit heat up like wildfire by noon, so walking on it totally sucks. But I can’t lie, I do love the serenity of the water, the smell of the salty air, and the way the wind blows my hair around my face. Having the beach as a constant throughout my childhood made the place a part of who I am.
…But I still wouldn’t live there. I don’t care for the heat all that much.
The mountains are just as beautiful as the beach. Although they are silent, they demand to be noticed, standing however many feet tall. The landscaping welcomes with its admiring appearance, but scares people away with its cold, hard touch. (Kind of like me, haha.)
I could totally see myself living closer. Mountains than the beach. Although I love the ocean, I enjoy the solitude that lies between the large, steep hills. And it really helps that the temperature wouldn’t be as high as it would be by the water. A more ideal area to live would be mountainside, but near a body of water, but I wasn’t given that choice. So I pick land over water. Maybe that’s the Aries in me, since fire and water apparently don’t get along so well.
Or maybe I’m just a weirdo. That is a strong possibility.
I like the idea of living in a secluded area, in a home that has a lot of windows. I have for a long time, and I still think that it would be a cool idea to live that way. Just imagine the kind of view you’d have.
It’d be breathtaking, in my opinion.
Prompt: Would you rather live in the mountains, on a beach, or on the moon? Why?