God a little part of me wants to move down south into an old victorian style house with acres of land. Raising chickens, with two dogs, a cat, and two cows. Just selling my products occasionally but just vibin on my honest lil farm. I plant berries, herbs and spices, and veggies. Have a gazebo in my backyard that i have tea in and some fresh parsley and mint growing on my kitchen window seal. My kitchen is a faded yellow and covered in random little trinkets and cookware that doesn't seem to match but go well together. And in the corner i have the "good china" cabinet that I only bring out when it's a special occasion or I have guests over. I'll have a little study downstairs where I hole myself up when I have to work and the walls are lined with my favorite books. There's a desk in front of a huge window that opens so i can feel the sun and breeze as I work. In the middle of my study is a faux leather couch for people to sit on when I'm working and a coffee table with a bookshelf teapot but it's always filled with coffee instead of tea. And I only really drink tea outside of the office because I prefer the smell of coffee while working. And I'll always wear some kind of vest in the office with a button up of coordinating color. A pocket watch on my hip at all times. Maybe I'll have kids and they'll want to study in my office and I'll let them in. And bring out my strawberry teapot full of sweet peach nectar because they hate tea. And I'll watch them and help them as they study and finally get bored and read the books I have on my shelf. On the good warm spring days we picnic in the backyard with the animals running around and play in the little kid pool I bought and plan our summer vacation. I don't really want to be married or work a job that takes me away from home all the time. And if my job makes me travel I take my kids to their grandparents for the time being and they'll be sad to see me go, but I promise to come back soon. I come back in a month, and hopefully never a year, and bring them back home. It's back to school and September is the rainy season so we drink a lot of soup and warm tea. We dance in the kitchen to "Rain Rain Go Away" as I make their favorite chicken soup or maybe I'll make ramen and exaggerate how I starved in school and how this is all I had to eat. And the thunderstorm is rolling in. Our house is old and tends to leak so we grab the rain buckets and hold it over the leaks so the rug doesn't get damaged. And I hear the drops falling into the pales as I tuck my kids in for bed. And hope that tomorrow is another rainy day so we can wear our rain boots to the bus stop for school. They're fast asleep and the house is almost silent. I check on the animals one last time and bring the dogs in to dry up and get warm. And then I head to bed with a new book I'd started and a cup of warm milk tea. I don't get past the first chapter before dozing off into a dream....
