where I don’t have to worry about family expectations, having a stable income or respectable job, and all those kinds of things, I’d be a simple florist. My little shop would probably be on the corner of some busy shopping complex or intersection. I’d be surrounded daily by pretty flowers and play pretty classical music to keep the plants happy. I could have a piano tucked away in the corner that I could play on my downtime. Customers would buy bouquets for their loved ones, high school students would buy corsages and boutonnieres; perhaps I’d get the occasional commission for a wedding or formal event. It would be a quaint little shop with Tuscan floor tiles, iron wrought tables, French windows to let all the light in… and perhaps I’d have a little café too with similar decor and serve tea, coffee, and cookies.
My husband would be some big sweetheart and a kindergarten teacher. He’d come help me close the shop all the while telling me stories of the crazy shenanigans his kids do daily. I’d quietly listen to him, giving my input once in awhile, serve him some hot tea to calm him down, knowing that no matter how much he complains, he loves children too much to hate them. We’d go to church every Sunday and have a date night at least once a month. We’d save our money and go on a big vacation to another country at least once a year. I still haven’t decided if we’d have kids… But it would be a simple and pleasant life.
How nice it would be if this dream could be real. Bleggghhhhhhhh