A cozy loft bed with a window conducive to the cliche of waking up to the morning light streaming across your face.
Raw milk so fresh it’s still warm. Homemade rye and spelt bread, waiting to be lathered in butter and topped with cheese.
Knitting to keep you busy, and a cat to curl up in your lap.
The scent of chocolate peanut butter banana bread wafting through the air, with the oven timer ticking, waiting to go off so that you reluctantly have to nudge the cat off your knees so you can take it out of the oven.
These are the moments I live for.