Keira and I indulged and exchanged utopia's today. Just thought I would share.
I spend my summers at my summer home, located right on the ocean. Moderate climate. Warm, but not humid. It's small, nothing overtly pompous. Instead it's cozy, warm, well decorated, and *very* minimalistic. Lots of white, sheer curtains. Hardwood floors. Big, fuzzy white carpets. Again, to go with the whole 'house on the beach' theme I'm not employing many lights - instead using candlelight and fireplace light for the evenings.
I have 2 kittens that come in and out as they please. And I have a beautiful, light oak colored desk with smelly candles on it sitting in front of one of my huge bay windows (probably in the library). From my desk I can see 2-23" monitors and and 15" monitor of my laptop. But just beyond their scope I see the ocean. And when I close my eyes I can hear it crashing; along with the sounds of the wind, the seagulls, and smell the salt in the air. I probably trot around in light capri pants and a bikini top all day, with my hair in a cute little bun on the top of my head. And sometimes I'll throw on my sarong and trod out to the beach for a quick dip in the ocean, which of course my skin LOVES because everything is so natural.
Included in my love affair with perfection is fresh fruit, fresh veggies, and fresh seafood located at the farmer's market a small walk or bicycle ride from my house. Which means of course that every evening I drink a glass of wine and munch on crab legs as I sit on the front porch of my ocean-house, looking past the palm trees and enjoying the sunset.
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You are just going to love retirement - aged 60!
No need to rain on my pink parade. Dreams and all that - I'm entitled, no?