Growing up in a house right by the train tracks, I could watch trains going by from my window. Since there was a stop right across, I'd often imagine packing up a small suitcase and hopping on a train to take me "far away". That memory of lying in bed, hearing the trains and thinking about just leaving—still in my pajamas!—is really nostalgic and comforting for me, and I like to think that my Island is that place I'd be going to.
So I named it Faraway ♥
So I named it Faraway ♥