Best Laid Plans
When I was a preteen my plan was to move to Paris after college and rent a studio apartment above a bakery where I'd spend my days writing poetry. I imagined myself waking each morning to the scent of baking bread and sitting down at a wooden desk with a spiral notebook and a set of new yellow pencils. There was also a window that looked out over a narrow street. Red shutters and whitewashed walls.
Strange, but I still daydream about that room and about the clarity I've always imagined such a spartan existence would bring.
When I was a preteen my plan was to move to Paris after college and rent a studio apartment above a bakery where I'd spend my days writing poetry. I imagined myself waking each morning to the scent of baking bread and sitting down at a wooden desk with a spiral notebook and a set of new yellow pencils. There was also a window that looked out over a narrow street. Red shutters and whitewashed walls.
Strange, but I still daydream about that room and about the clarity I've always imagined such a spartan existence would bring.
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posted by Minerva Jane at
12:32 PM
3 Comments:
love this. i have daydreams of moving to new zealand, living on a sheep farm and writing the best things my brain and hand could ever dream conjure.
i wish daydreams became realities more often.
That sounds like a fabulous dream. Don't give it up. You never know when it might happen.
This wass lovely to read
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