If you’d give me an option to do whatever I want for the next couple of months, I’d take a plane all the way to LA or San Fransciso and wait tables at a local restaurant. Leave aspiration and ambition behind and work for a minimum wage so I can buy frozen yoghurt and secondhand jeans jackets on my days off. Maybe one day, if I would find myself stuck in life, I might end up packing my bags and just go for it. And marry in Las Vegas to get a Green card – obviously.
Today I almost fooled myself thinking spring isn’t really that far away.
ON REPEAT: The Delays - Hideaway (this remains one of my favourite happy songs. And favourite song period)