There is the girl inside me who is fond of urban cities and there is the other one-I’m possibly bipolar- who is afraid one day will end up living in a big house in the middle of nowhere, planting roses, surrounded by wicker and chintz-covered deep comfy sofas. Maybe this is just a mere impulse encouraged by the deep happiness I experience every time I come across idyllic places like The Wardington Manor. Keep scrolling down and you will perfectly understand what I mean. I will forever live happily in the spectacular wood-paneled library.