I may be 25 and I may still not know what to do when I grow up but I do know that someday I will be living in a house filled with travel souvenirs and books.
And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with paintings, collages and postcards.
I will have a swing in the backyard under a linden tree facing a stew and I will have breakfast every morning on my porch smelling the grass.
And when I’ll be leaving the house I will be going to a job I love so I can return to someone I love.
This is what I’m working on.
It sounds great!