I want a city apartment and a country house. A lazy bull-dog and striped pajama pants that are weathered and fabulous. I don’t want a cleaning lady or a gardener to plant the flowers in the front lawn. I’d like antique typewriters with silver keys for tired fingertips, and I’ll blast music in the kitchen, making omelets, swinging my hips until I decide it’s time to stop. I want friends over at least once a week for wine and remembering. Books by the dozen on my nightstand. An award-winning novel with my name on the spine. Maybe two. A lover curled up against my back. Passion and romance and picnics on weekends and walks around museums and adventure. I won’t care how tired I get. I’ll never stop running.
Love this May 1 blog entry of this Emerson College graduate from Boston. Her writings titled “I Hope I’m OK. I’m OK. I Hope” are found online on The Boston Globe magazine. Many thanks to monomania for the recommendation!