I'd have loved some earplugs today...but I had to answer the phone
There's some construction going on at my work while the rennovate the room next door to my office. All the noise made me really, really wish that I had the money to become an eccentric. I would really love, at this point, to be the odd writer lady who lives out in the middle of nowhere (and yes, I have locations scouted already, for when I have the money and opportunity to purchase them) with a pack of rescued Irish Wolfhounds and Scottish Deerhounds and the seven foot tall fence around my entire property so we can roam at will.
I could write whenever ideas came to mind, instead of having to try to hold on to them until break times and lunch roll around and I could read and watch to my heart's content as well. I could get out and get some fresh air whenever I needed to and it would be real fresh air that smells like prairie instead of the wet doberman stink of this just rained on city. I could go for a drive to just drive, for no other reason than to clear my head and think.
If I didn't live in a city, I'd already be the proud owner of a 1968 street dress Honda Motorcycle that I'd be riding all over the place, like nobody's business, because it's a lot less scary to do that where there's miles and miles and miles of open road and not so many people. The moped would still be there and still get ridden, too, because it's still a kick to ride and I can't envision giving it up anytime soon.
Of course, with the money to be eccentric, there wouldn't be a book list, a game list, or a CD/MP3 list, or a DVD list, either and I'd have the time to make all the projects that I have the ideas for, but still need to learn a few skills to do.
I'd be able to play music, too, the way that I would really like to, instead of snippets here and there where I don't have to worry about disturbing anyone else.
Given the finances and opportunity, I'm pretty darn sure that I could very happily keep myself busy. I'd probably be healthier, too, just from a reduction of stress.
Honestly, most of the time I really don't hate living in the city where I reside. It's not a bad place at all, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't get frustrating, or that I don't miss home, either. There are good things about both places and usually I can find some balance with both, but from time to time, a person really has to dream. How else are you going to figure out what to work towards?
I could write whenever ideas came to mind, instead of having to try to hold on to them until break times and lunch roll around and I could read and watch to my heart's content as well. I could get out and get some fresh air whenever I needed to and it would be real fresh air that smells like prairie instead of the wet doberman stink of this just rained on city. I could go for a drive to just drive, for no other reason than to clear my head and think.
If I didn't live in a city, I'd already be the proud owner of a 1968 street dress Honda Motorcycle that I'd be riding all over the place, like nobody's business, because it's a lot less scary to do that where there's miles and miles and miles of open road and not so many people. The moped would still be there and still get ridden, too, because it's still a kick to ride and I can't envision giving it up anytime soon.
Of course, with the money to be eccentric, there wouldn't be a book list, a game list, or a CD/MP3 list, or a DVD list, either and I'd have the time to make all the projects that I have the ideas for, but still need to learn a few skills to do.
I'd be able to play music, too, the way that I would really like to, instead of snippets here and there where I don't have to worry about disturbing anyone else.
Given the finances and opportunity, I'm pretty darn sure that I could very happily keep myself busy. I'd probably be healthier, too, just from a reduction of stress.
Honestly, most of the time I really don't hate living in the city where I reside. It's not a bad place at all, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't get frustrating, or that I don't miss home, either. There are good things about both places and usually I can find some balance with both, but from time to time, a person really has to dream. How else are you going to figure out what to work towards?