tumblr_mmyb9edvCc1qkdbd4o1_1280

my itch for new scenery is at an all-time high.

hunkiest thinks i’m in need of a vacation, but the over-emoting actress in me believes the only way to quiet the feisty ants in my linen knickers is to pack up, traverse the continent, and order new home address labels. 

i have a vision of our stomping ground to be:

i see grass and trees that when accompanied with the wind, pipe out the sounds of the ocean. 

i see elated, open-mouthed beasts skipping wild and silly over acres, so wide and far, fences are needless. 

i smell heady, bold, coffee spiced with cinnamon, brewed hot, all day long. 

i drink it from a porch big enough for ballroom dancing and bubble baths, where i never miss a sunrise or sunset; my refuge where i finally attack infinite jest and crow pose and catch up on years of sleep. 

ok…..i’m already kinda bored.

maybe this will just be a vacation house.