simple dreamer.

i woke up to mumford & sons remixes {yes, remixes} blaring from the room next to mine at 9:15 a.m. is there a more terrible way to wake up? fine, yes there are. but just barely. this morning only substantiated my dream of living all by lonesome someday. it's a very small dream, but it's one that i can't seem to get out of my mind. i get giddy over the idea of having my own kitchen, even if it's itty-bitty. and my own tiny garden for a few flowers. and my own everything. i'm sure dreams are supposed to be of living out of a suitcase in a foreign country, or of ryan gosling making you spaghetti {err, right?} or of something bizarre and fantastical. but oh well. maybe those dreams will come later. for now, i can't fathom anything better than having the littlest space to call all my own. with a puppy. and a fireplace. and now i'm dreaming big.