Thursday, March 15, 2012

The dream of a summer cottage

A house all to your own. Flowers and berries in your garden. Butterflies flittering about in the warm summer afternoon. Lawns where you can read, play and have friends over all the time. A house with a past and a soul. A place that's yours, where you can live your dream life. That dream. I don't have it.

My dream of a getaway would be an apartment in Paris, New York, London. You can have the summer cottages. I love the cities. The apartment. I wouldn't even have to own it. When I think of the places I love most in my life, they're not the places I grew up or even lived in. They're parks. Trees.