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On days like this, my mind wants to be in the brandywine river area. i want to be out where my aunts are. i want to be in an old limestone house with rolling green fields and no street lights. the more i think about it, the more i think i want to want to move there once i finish with school. its a little pricey, so realistically, i should wait till i've finished my degree and i'm making more money. i might even partner up by then, so two salaries would really help things out that way :) but i want an old house. i want a fire place and a view of rolling fields. i would LOVE to see a lovely creek down a hill. i want to have to get in my car to go to the store or a resturaunt, but there's a walking trail or bike trail or horse trail right outside my front door. i want my living room to smell a little smokey and a little musty from the pile of firewood next to the wood burning stove. i want to grow my own vegetables. i want to have neighbors to trade with, ones that make their own cheese or have chickens. i see the way my aunts live and i want that. i want their unique lives of natural simplicity and modern comforts. beautiful 200 year old stone houses with wood beams and a warm stove with something always simmering and a lovely flat screen and great wifi connections.
i know it sounds silly and its a life a lot of my friends would never want, but its what i want. i want a basic purpose. i want to know that if i don't go out and weed the garden, i don't eat. if i don't go cut wood, i don't get head. too much free time gives my brain room to make me sad.
i think there's just something in a person that makes them weak in the knees at the site of a barn in a rainy field. i imagine its akin to my best friend's feelings towards the skyline view from the train in nyc on its way over the bridge to brooklyn. it really is the world i've created in my head combining anthropologie and lands end. its the best way i can describe it.
i know it sounds silly and its a life a lot of my friends would never want, but its what i want. i want a basic purpose. i want to know that if i don't go out and weed the garden, i don't eat. if i don't go cut wood, i don't get head. too much free time gives my brain room to make me sad.
i think there's just something in a person that makes them weak in the knees at the site of a barn in a rainy field. i imagine its akin to my best friend's feelings towards the skyline view from the train in nyc on its way over the bridge to brooklyn. it really is the world i've created in my head combining anthropologie and lands end. its the best way i can describe it.