I love
I love the ocean. I hope we’ll get a little place there one day. I love the vastness. I love the roar, the wind, the smell.
I love sweaters and boots and fluffy socks and anything lined with faux fur.
I love old paper. Old books. Old leather journals.
I love all the things that powerful women don’t care about anymore like cooking, baking, quilting, sewing, gardening, and the like. I wish I didn’t really suck at all of those things. I truly am Gen Y.
I love the movies The Lake House and You’ve Got Mail. No matter the shards of dreams on the floor, I guess I really am a sucker for in the words of Ms. Bradshaw “…ridiculous. inconvenient. consuming… can’t live without you love”.
I’m not really sure what that means anymore though… and I don’t know if I have it. I thought I did but then someone told me I didn’t.
I type so much faster than I can write a letter, but I wish I could turn all of my real friends who I only ever talk to online anymore, into pen pals. I wish I could shop for beautiful stationary. I wish I could get more than just bills, junk, and packages in my mailbox.