10 August, 2011
I already have a thought of how my life would be in my mid 20’s. I’d like to imagine myself living in Venice Beach, in a Apartment Studio near the shore. I would have dozens of pictures all over my wall of places I’ve been to and artifacts of the places I’ve already traveled to. I’d have stacks of albums and scrapbooks of the people I have met through life or everyday travels of random places. There would be a dark mahogany leather couch with pillows from Mexico in the middle of my room. All my mugs would be different, along with my plates and utensils. My refrigerator would be covered with magnets of every place I have travel to. My book shelves would be covered with my favorite magazines and books of ancient history and different languages. I would spend my morning selling my handmade jewelry, pots, collages and paintings. On the afternoons I’d volunteer at a local pottery store and teach children about the art of ceramics. By night I would casually meet up with a few friends and go to a bar. At the bar, the man would know my name and I’d say, ‘Hey Joe, whaaadaya know?’ We would have a few laughs and drinks until the bar closes. As we walk out, we see flyers of a local band playing across the street. We would walk over and watch the band play acoustic cover music of Iron & Wine. By the time the band ends, the sun would already be rising up. We would go to the beach and watch the sunrise together. And when everyone is about to fall asleep, we decide to leave our separate ways and go home. I would sleepily head to my apartment, light a candle, close my curtains and fall asleep.
That would be a dream.