Dear Future Husband,

Pleeeeeeease make my dreams come true.

Pleeeeeeease say we can live in Cali. Maybe San Diego. Or San Fran. Long Beach, Orange County-- whatev. I just need Cali.

I NEED the beach.
I NEEED the sunshine.
I NEEEED the boardwalk.

I NEEEEED the year round 60-70 degree weather.

I NEEEEEED to be able to wear sandals 365.

I NEEEEEEED to throw away my winter coat and my windshield scraper.

I NEEEEEEEED to become a sailboat racer.

I NEEEEEEEEED to eat crabs at the boardwalk crab shack.

I NEEEEEEEEEED to go fishing off the pier.

I NEEEEEEEEEEED to admire all the local boardwalk artists and always bring something home.

This needs to be me: 

And I need to walk here. 

And swim in this.

And look out my window and see this.

And this.

 

And my toes need to play like this.

Are. You. Kidding. Me.

Why oh why do I live here.

Siiiiigh.

So, it would be great if you could just be really rich so we could just quit our jobs and live riiiiiiight here.

kthanksloveyoubye.


Alright all you tough realistic critics. A girl can dream right? Sue me.