i’m a typical pisces. i daydream like it’s my job. i build a separate world for myself, neatly nestled in my brain for moments where i’d rather dive into the magical and lovely. i pretend i have the world-building capabilities of tolkien and live in this dreamed up world, where i’ve experienced all the moments i can’t wait to live. i don’t necessarily have much of the material things in this world of mine, but what i have are the lovely intangible memories that make a person truly feel rich.
i’d live in some northeastern beach town, that is overrun with sunburned, fanny-pack clad tourists toting their beach chairs back to their rental cars as the sun sets on the shore in summer. but in fall it turns into a peaceful ghost town that makes it easier for me to get my novels and sit-coms written (and easier to hear tina fey on the speakerphone for conference calls, mind you).
my house would be a old, historic beach house, with lots of room for my multiple bernese mountain dogs (“swayze” and “gatsby”) and cutely-named children (please don’t take oliver, milo, caprice, or georgette.
i mean, not that i’ve thought of my future children’s names or anything) to run around on. they’d make mud pies, go through the rite of passage of attaining scraped knees, and enjoy melting popsicles that drip down their arms so quickly in july.
future man-friend and i would spend sunday mornings making waffles and making jokes about zelda fitzgerald or sylvia plath. getting the cutely named kids (don’t steal the names, by the way. i will find you.) in their sunday best. holding their sticky, syrup-covered hands as we make our way down to church, i’d realize what this is, is happiness.
what i’d have would not even be close to a nicholas sparks novel. or and indie rock love song. or clever romantic comedy. even if man friend does not have the biceps of jake gyllenhaal (muscles kind of creep me out anyways). he wouldn’t even need to be in a band (but i do stand by the fact that a boy gets 10x cuter when holding an instrument). and i wouldn’t always have a clever quip at a moments notice. even if the kids won’t always deserve gold stars, and they might not even have cutesy lisps when they are little. even if syrupy hands and muddy paws still find their way on the pages of a manuscript of yours truly.
and even if sufjan stevens couldn’t make it to provide the soundtrack to this little life i’ve dreamt up i’d still be completely content with whatever comes my way. whether its a beach town and sticky fingers, or big cities and tiny apartments.
what does your dream future look like? feel free to get descriptive. i love that kind of thing : )