Let Me Take You on a Sentimental Journey

Someday, I will live in a stone house whose interior will have lots of nooks and alcoves. The house will have a library, a breakfast nook, a studio, an office, and two bedrooms.

There will be a large veranda where we will have coffee in the morning. The kitchen will have a fireplace with a large brick hearth, where we can sit and warm ourselves on cold winter evenings.

In the library we will collect books. All kinds of books. I will have an entire section dedicated to nothing but pop-up books. We will have beautiful wooden shelves to hold our books. There will be a great window with a built in seat facing west, so that we can sit and read and catch the last rays of the day.

The library will smell like we do, wood and lavender, mixed together just like us. The kind of smell that drifts unexpectedly by you years later and transports you back in time.

Our studio will face east, to get the best of the morning light. It will be divided into two sides; one side for things we don't want paint getting on, the other side for everything else. One wall of the studio will be a large bay window, where we can set up our easels, and never have to put them away.

Occasionally, when I must, I will sit in my office, with windows on both sides of desk, and make the money I need by working from anywhere. I will become a very famous writer and a very successful media consultant.

When you have to travel, I will always get to go along. I will be able to work from anywhere in the world. We will go visit a lot of amazing places together and get to write it all off as a business expense on our taxes.

The only company we enjoy more than our own is each others. I will remember our secret conversations, the ones in our heads, that nobody else can hear. Revelations and hypothesis flying through our temples like electric sparks as we rub our heads together, conjuring the truth.

To dream it means to see it.  To see it means to believe it.  To believe it means to achieve it.