Tuesday, July 27, 2010
the house next door is for sale...
On my way home from dropping Khai off at camp, I was struck by a sudden desire to live within walking distance of a lovely little cafe.
I would love to walk there every morning, with my reusable coffee sleeve; get a white mocha or a chai tea latte; spend some time with my journal (while my perfectly well-behaved 2 1/2 year old sat quietly in his chair beside me, drinking his apple juice) and write my lists for the day. Then, after a relaxing 45 minutes, (or an hour and a half), I would walk leisurely back home and get on with my day.
In the evening, Helmut and I would walk together to get an evening coffee, probably with some kind of cake on the side. We'd talk late into the evening and return home relaxed and blissfully content.