I hardly ever post words here. In fact, I never do. I love dreaming and visualizing things. I’m not afraid to envision my future and map out my career choices. Sounds promising right? But it isn’t really the case.

What I want to do, really, is beyond reach for most roaming humans in our world who have to face the monotony of everyday life.

I want to build sandcastles by the beach, wear pretty beaded seashells in my loosely curled hair, and live in a white beach house with sheer lace curtains and antique furniture. The house has to have double-storeyed glass windows, white rugs and black trimmings around my exquisite velvet-lined white 12 seater sofa, a fireplace to boast and organic wooden floors of the palest shades of oak.

I want to live with someone of course, someone tall, tan and dependable. He doesn’t have to be strikingly handsome or anything, I just want someone with a defined jaw line and broad shoulders. Somebody who makes me laugh at the weirdest things in life, talk about our music and interests, and shares my passion for art, fashion and food. We’d laze in bed on rainy days, talking about our lives and we’ll have camps and outdoor picnics on sunny days, with me putting on my favourite floaty white sundress with a hippie sunflower headband.

We’ll travel the world together, collecting antiques and art pieces from all over the globe. Lay by the beach, embrace the melody of gently crashing waves, and soak ourselves under the evening sun.

In my free time, I’d love to be watching movies in my favourite snuggly sweater made of wool. I’d read classics to bed and drink cocoa all day long, listening to all kinds of music from my eclectic playlist; consisting of Noah and the Whales, Adele, Oh Land and what not. I’d sketch by the beach in my free time or take long and solitude walks in the park, watching people and their pets, families, and long-lost friends sitting by the bench catching up on everything they missed while apart from each others’ lives.

I’d pick up gardening, to doll up my huge estate with white roses, white morning breath, and white tullips and white daisies. In my giant beach house, one must not forget the importance of having an extensive wardrobe. I’ll build a walk-in closet with rounded boxes of trinkets and memoirs, and of course, my neatly hung up racks of vintage and interesting clothes. The shoes will be lined up neatly in rows of six, and a mini bookshelf with a reclining day bed that is oh so pretty lined with white silk covers and fluffly white cushions.

And lastly, I’ll be owning a mammoth couture business ranging from editorial work to boutiques and a fashion line to call my own. And my husband will be so artistic that he dresses really well and can work together with me to build up my fashion empire.

The End, and if only it will all come true.