I’m eating Lemon Burst Yoplait and dreaming.
Instead of working in an office in the CO, where I’ve lived all my life, today I’m thinking of what it would be like to live a completely different life. And really, the title of this post is inaccurate, as it implies that I’m only doing this today.
I dream of this every day. Today, I’m putting it out there and asking you all to do the same.
What would it be like to live in rainy San Francisco, among the liberals and the lemon trees?
Or in foggy London town, where I would drink tea and listen to Ella Fitzgerald day and night. Trenchcoat = mandatory. Burberry = optional.
Or in Italy, where I would manage a small B&B on a side street in Rome. I’d talk to all the new arrivals, hold elevators for people, and scoot home on my vintage bike with basket when it was time to leave at night.
What other lives do you live in your head?