I want a house on the outskirts of a little town, maybe near the ocean. I want vintage furnishings in pastel colors like mint and lavender and grey. I want natural light and fresh breezes. I want wood floors and rugs and space to do yoga. I want to walk into town on Saturdays and stroll and read and sip coffee. I want mornings and afternoons and evenings with someone that I love.
I want to live not too far from the city. Whether I work there or in town, either is exciting. I want to be close enough to the places I like and the foods I love and find a new way to adventure as often as I can think of it. I want love. I want mornings and afternoons and evenings with someone that I love.
I want a porch with a swing and a yard with a lawn. I want a garden with shade and a table for writing. I want a hammock beneath the trees for napping and a chair for basking. I want a dog to run in my yard and to play fetch from my porch. I want mornings and afternoons and evenings with someone that I love.
I want travel. I want trips to the zoo and museums and road trips to canyons I have yet to conquer. I want music and color and poetry to fill my very being. I want happiness. I want to be overwhelmed with joy. I want mornings and afternoons and evenings with someone that I love.