live fast, love hard, die young..

and make beautiful memories.

Yesterday, i visited my grandma who lives in the beautiful countryside, near the aberdares ranges, about 200km from Nairobi. As my sister and I were driving there, we looked at all the nice, and mostly not so nice properties dotting the hillside...Regardless of the look of the property, i realised that they have one thing that my apartment in the city, no matter how nice, cant beat. They have spectacular views and fresh air. Now dont get me wrong, am a city girl, who likes to be near the restaurants, the movies, the shops. Near the shoes and handbags. Near the neighbours whose names i dont know..but i cant help wanting a little piece of the country. of course the glamourous me wants a beautiful country house, horses and dogs, chickens and geese, ducks and a hunky farmhand to go with my little piece of the country. Oh, and a tractor too..

This got us thinking about all the things we should do before we get too old..my list includes visiting every corner of my beautiful country,Kenya. Visiting Japan when the cherries blossom in february, falling in love with a worldly man who gets me, learning to fly a small plane, having a country house in the Rift Valley, drinking wine in Napa Valley, going on a cooking tour of France, writing a book (not sure on which subject), running a company (oh, i already do that), reading all the shakespeare books and greek mythology. This is by no means an exhaustive list.

I want to live.

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