SO, all last week, when I woke up on weekdays, it would take me a good minute to think if it was Saturday or not (sadly, was not).
Then, last night, I got caught up in something, didn't realize the mass amount of time that flew by. Before checking my email and getting the awesome contest email, I had to think to myself, what day is it and do I work tomorrow? Seriously. It was only Monday and I'm wondering (for realz) if it's the weekend yet.
And it's not like I hate my job. I absolutely don't. Above all else, I have an office with a door. Such a luxury, really. Plus, good boss, good coworkers, not too much stress, etc. But I just can't shake the feeling that I should be somewhere else. No idea where that somewhere is or what it'd involve, but last night (as I was going to sleep and this is probably why I don't get enough sleep – I spend my nights daydreaming instead of sleeping), I came up with my perfect vision of where I should be at (excuse the excessive use of fragment sentences).
Me where I should be: I'd spend my free time writing and taking pictures. And paint and philosophize. And constantly wear long, flowy 1970s print (alternating between flower print and abstract shape print) dresses. And I'd have long hair (not settled on the color yet). Living in some remote country side in France (or somewhere in Florida with a countryside). In an old house (maybe like the one in Amityville), not too big, not too small, a few thousand square feet, with a Mission style/lots of wood interior modestly and maybe sparely decorated (primarily from Crate & Barrel and IKEA and lots of retro antiques) AND ornate crown molding. Historic house but with all the modern amenities (running water, wireless access). Super-huge French country kitchen (in yellow or white) (maybe with its own personal chef). Open and green fields and fields (not acres, as that'd be a lot of maintenance, you know, to mow and stuff…unless it was just wildflowers and forests) outside. Nothing as far as the eye could see (except maybe some big old stones Bushels of FREE organic produce (maybe thanks to the closest neighbor who lives waaay down the street) at the plenty. And, let's throw in some locally produced wine while we're at it. But not too remote a location…a decent sized, well equipped (you know, has a DSW, a Sephora, etc) town within a half hour away. Add in there also a husband, gainfully employed and able to encourage/not thwart with reality my crazy schemes. And a bunch of long haired (girls and boys), apple cheeked children who are polite (calling strangers sir and ma'am) yet always inquisitive (preferably with either a mini-French or British accent). Few cats and dogs roaming around.
(This could also made the ideal site for my 'people who don't want their day job commune.' I'm still sounding like a pseudo hippie, eh?)
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