I’ve been dreaming with papa all day yesterday. We kept talking about how awesome our own house is going to be. How it would really look a lot like us in a very artsy fartsy kind of way, how when it’s all done, our friends could just hang out with us until we grow tired of each other, how I would have my room painted entirely in red with artworks, posters, old photographs and vinyl records posted on the walls and old cameras displayed on my own shelf painted white but with doodles all over. How I would have beanbags and mats and throw pillows on the floor for when I want to just lie around and dream some more and how lovely our mornings would be like when we’re all awoken by the smell of fresh waffles and fruits and coffee and how our every day would be our very own definition of perfect.
Ah. Life would definitely be a breeze when that happens.