In a perfect world
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Indulge me while I dream for a while....
It's 6 am... or 7... or 8.... who knows or cares because I'm slowly waking up about 5 years from now and I like what I see. I'm in an adorable litle inner city apartment or studio or townhouse and I say inner city because I don't know if it's inner Brisbane or Sydney or Melbourne or London, all I know is that I'm right there, in the middle of the action. My bed is cool and the room is gently lit with that sweet white light of early morning, the kind that you don't get at any other stage of the day. Next to me, still sleeping, is a man I love so much that my heart melts every time I see him. His face is still a bit blurry ... this may be due to future me still having sleepy dust in her eyes, or maybe it's because present me isn't quite sure what she wants yet. Blurry face or no, the one thing both present and future mes know for sure about this man is the only thing that matters: he's completely in love with Jesus. Beyond that, let's let him continue sleeping for now. Living with me, God knows he will need the rest.
Slipping out of bed, I go upstairs/ downstairs/ down the hall into the kitchen to start breakfast. My kitchen is seriously rad, with coloured tiles, soda shoppe bar stools and of course a cafe-style espresso maker. The coffee machine is hissing and breakfast is assembling itself by the time Whatshisface realises the day has begun and comes to keep me company. If it's a Saturday, we'll linger at the table, chatting and dividing up the paper according to our interests before readying ourselves for a walk along the streets around our house: past fruit shops and trendy florists, boutiques, cafes and along the river or coast or through a park. If it's a weekday, we'll catch snippets of conversation amid eating, bathing and dressing before I hop on my Vespa and he in the european sports car of his choice and we head to our respective places of employment.
I, of course, work at a young, dynamic publication a short ride from my work. On days when the weather is pleasant and I have the time, I leave the Vespa at home and walk or cycle. The publication where I work provides a stimulating ratio of social issues and pop-culture news, and I am probably a section editor or on my way to being chief-of-staff or editor. I love the variety of the people I get to meet, the colour and changing styles, being on the crest of the wave in news about things that interest me, the ability to sample products, working to tight deadlines and seeing my name in print. No day is the same for me at this job, though it's stable enough that it doesn't stress me out or come home with me too many nights a week. I feel confident yet challenged at what I do and the people I work with are fun, supportive and have similar goals as me. On the days that I need to, I can stay at the office late or come home early. I have autonomy, but with guidance from a superior who is understanding yet direct and firm. Having worked hard all day and acheived measurable goals I return home again. Mr Mystery arrives back a little later, tired from work but having enjoyed his day. We relax, maybe tidy up from the morning's workbound rush and unwind. Maybe we cook dinner and stay in, maybe we visit one of the restaurants within a short walk from our house, taking our time on our way home to breathe in the evening air and enjoy one another's company. We're life partners, we're lovers and we're best friends. Even though we know we have one another forever, we try not to take one another for granted. We're a gift to one another and put each other first because we know selflessness is so important to a good relationship. One day there will be kids which will be another awesome gift and there will be plenty to do and learn, so we take this time that we have to ourselves and try to appreciate it.
But that's five years from now, and in the present world (which has downs as well as ups but is on the whole pretty perfectesque) my sisters have arrived home and the house is alive with people again. So future perfect world can wait, and I'm off to enjoy the present.
And in the words of Julia Roberts... happiness isn't happiness without a flying, violin-playing goat,
Teegs
It's 6 am... or 7... or 8.... who knows or cares because I'm slowly waking up about 5 years from now and I like what I see. I'm in an adorable litle inner city apartment or studio or townhouse and I say inner city because I don't know if it's inner Brisbane or Sydney or Melbourne or London, all I know is that I'm right there, in the middle of the action. My bed is cool and the room is gently lit with that sweet white light of early morning, the kind that you don't get at any other stage of the day. Next to me, still sleeping, is a man I love so much that my heart melts every time I see him. His face is still a bit blurry ... this may be due to future me still having sleepy dust in her eyes, or maybe it's because present me isn't quite sure what she wants yet. Blurry face or no, the one thing both present and future mes know for sure about this man is the only thing that matters: he's completely in love with Jesus. Beyond that, let's let him continue sleeping for now. Living with me, God knows he will need the rest.
Slipping out of bed, I go upstairs/ downstairs/ down the hall into the kitchen to start breakfast. My kitchen is seriously rad, with coloured tiles, soda shoppe bar stools and of course a cafe-style espresso maker. The coffee machine is hissing and breakfast is assembling itself by the time Whatshisface realises the day has begun and comes to keep me company. If it's a Saturday, we'll linger at the table, chatting and dividing up the paper according to our interests before readying ourselves for a walk along the streets around our house: past fruit shops and trendy florists, boutiques, cafes and along the river or coast or through a park. If it's a weekday, we'll catch snippets of conversation amid eating, bathing and dressing before I hop on my Vespa and he in the european sports car of his choice and we head to our respective places of employment.
I, of course, work at a young, dynamic publication a short ride from my work. On days when the weather is pleasant and I have the time, I leave the Vespa at home and walk or cycle. The publication where I work provides a stimulating ratio of social issues and pop-culture news, and I am probably a section editor or on my way to being chief-of-staff or editor. I love the variety of the people I get to meet, the colour and changing styles, being on the crest of the wave in news about things that interest me, the ability to sample products, working to tight deadlines and seeing my name in print. No day is the same for me at this job, though it's stable enough that it doesn't stress me out or come home with me too many nights a week. I feel confident yet challenged at what I do and the people I work with are fun, supportive and have similar goals as me. On the days that I need to, I can stay at the office late or come home early. I have autonomy, but with guidance from a superior who is understanding yet direct and firm. Having worked hard all day and acheived measurable goals I return home again. Mr Mystery arrives back a little later, tired from work but having enjoyed his day. We relax, maybe tidy up from the morning's workbound rush and unwind. Maybe we cook dinner and stay in, maybe we visit one of the restaurants within a short walk from our house, taking our time on our way home to breathe in the evening air and enjoy one another's company. We're life partners, we're lovers and we're best friends. Even though we know we have one another forever, we try not to take one another for granted. We're a gift to one another and put each other first because we know selflessness is so important to a good relationship. One day there will be kids which will be another awesome gift and there will be plenty to do and learn, so we take this time that we have to ourselves and try to appreciate it.
But that's five years from now, and in the present world (which has downs as well as ups but is on the whole pretty perfectesque) my sisters have arrived home and the house is alive with people again. So future perfect world can wait, and I'm off to enjoy the present.
And in the words of Julia Roberts... happiness isn't happiness without a flying, violin-playing goat,
Teegs
