wanderlusting (like a motherfucker!)
i want to go to paris. (and i know, i know, it's cheesy and over-rated, but) i want to sip red wine and take a photo with the eiffel tower and maybe fall inlove a couple times with men who are tall and skinny like the cigarettes they smoke.
i want to go back to london and make a nest. and put cute clocks and antique furniture in it, and write a book there and buy cutlery sets and get comfy until i want to fly away again.
i want to go to spain and rent a little villa with my family and watch sunsets from a balcony, drinking wine from a vineyard we can see from our place (i think i just want to drink wine all over the world).
i want to go to india and stand outside the houses my papa grew up in and pet and kiss elephants and buy a sari and take a million photographs. and maybe write a book there as well.
there is so much i want do to and so many places i want to see and feel, but when you're a broke-ass student trying to figure out if you'll even have your loans paid off by forty-five, it all seems very far away and unattainable.
i want to go back to london and make a nest. and put cute clocks and antique furniture in it, and write a book there and buy cutlery sets and get comfy until i want to fly away again.
i want to go to spain and rent a little villa with my family and watch sunsets from a balcony, drinking wine from a vineyard we can see from our place (i think i just want to drink wine all over the world).
i want to go to india and stand outside the houses my papa grew up in and pet and kiss elephants and buy a sari and take a million photographs. and maybe write a book there as well.
there is so much i want do to and so many places i want to see and feel, but when you're a broke-ass student trying to figure out if you'll even have your loans paid off by forty-five, it all seems very far away and unattainable.