Finally, My Own Garden

For as long as I can remember, I wanted a garden. As a young gay man from a small town, I always thought the city was where I belonged or to feel safe. So a garden was not in the books for me. I worked in a flower shop when I was young before attending art school. And the love I felt for flowers and plants never went away. For most of my life, I resided in the city, and while I did have access to a garden occasionally, it was always a rented space.

In later years, I became a digital nomad with my partner, travelling the world and experiencing new cultures. But something was still missing - I longed for a place to call my own and to create my garden.

At 50, I finally have my own piece of land. It may have taken me a while to get here, but I am excited to turn this into my biggest artwork. I can't wait to get my hands dirty and watch my garden grow.

Having a garden is not just about the physicality of it, but it's also about the emotional connection and the sense of accomplishment. It's a place where I can express myself and create something beautiful.

I am grateful for the journey that led me here and excited for what's to come. I hope my story inspires others to pursue their passions and dreams, no matter how long it takes to get there.