I Wish

A few times a year I get the itch to go live in an old farmhouse in the woods. You may recall this or this. Apparently that happens in June every year.

Well it’s June again and I’m dreaming of unplugging. Quitting my job, packing up the car, and sitting on a row boat in the middle of the pond is sounding pretty nice right now. I happen to know just the house.

I’d really like to take naps in this front yard.

And sit and have a cup of coffee in the morning on this couch.

And write stories about whoknowswhat sitting at this sweet little desk.

How can I make this happen? I’m open for suggestions.


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