My perfect day.



One day, when I have the money to get there, I'll move to a nice cottage in the countryside of England, or London. Either way, I'll be in England, my true home.

If my day went like the way I dream, I would love life to pieces.

One day I want to be sitting in a cute coffee shop drinking a mocha, reading a book or writing in a leather-bound journal. And, to add to the image I'm forming in your minds, I'll be writing with a quill.

Outside this little coffee shop it will be drizzling with rain. The windows will have little droplets of water forming and sliding down the glass.

I will be sitting there in a nice, warm jumper, a David Jones scarf, skinnies and a pair of old chucks. My hair will be pulled back into a pony tail with my fringe dangling over my face.

The coffee shop will be packed and we'll all be sitting on little round tables, drinking our steaming hot coffees.

Well, I suppose I'll have to wait, won't I? I suppose for the time being, Sydney city will have to do for me.
Posted on November 14th, 2007 at 10:14am

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