The drive out of the city felt like slipping into another world — one with cleaner air, wider skies, and roads that didn’t feel like they were actively plotting my demise. The further we went, the more the landscape shifted from concrete and noise to rolling fields and clusters of trees that looked like they belonged in a postcard. It truly was magical and it will absolutely make my commute into the city suck less.
Then we passed through a village and I’m sure my eyes doubled in size.
This was not just any village, but a quaint little country village with a surprisingly posh feel — the kind of place where the bakery sold croissants that cost more than my electricity bill, and the flower shop had bouquets arranged like they were auditioning for Vogue. Even the dogs being walked looked exp
