I’ve got this dream
I’ve got this dream
That a few years from now I’ll be a prosperous young adult
A teacher with a shitty income but better than my summer job could give me
I’ve got this dream that me and my boyfriend will be together for ever
That we’ll be able to overcome debt, and stress and all that bullshit
Just to end up happy
Yes, I’ve got this dream of happiness
I imagine us together 30 years from now
Still as jovial as ever, holding on to our jobs and our children
We’ll have a cozy house, with a badass outdoor kitchen.
I can’t wait for that
To come home to my own place with my own offspring and do my own thing.
I’ve got this dream that I’ll be able to have a savings account
And really save up for vacations, presents, emergencies and stuff.
I never want to be ill-prepared
I always want to be in control
I yearn to have it all.
Most of all I really want to give my kids everything I had and more
Of all the futures I imagine for my Zach and I
I have one
That I have carried through me for years
That has always been a constant desire.
I’ve got this dream that I’ll recover the vacation cottage from years ago.
I really don’t think anyone will understand the importance of it.
No one can and no one will.
Almost every year of my life, we would take a three hour drive
"Up North" as my father would say.
We’d pull up to the little trailer, second one in
My grandmother would be waiting on the porch
The daffodils were yellow and bright by the four steps
I would run up and hug my grandmother
And papa was inside jimmying with the record player or the TV
We’d unpack and begin our little vacation at the Thousand Island and
Play bocce with my dad or brother on the warm summer evenings
While Papa was at the grill making dinner
That we’d eat off of the same brown, diner-like dishes
Off of the same picnic table on the porch
Where flies and mosquitos would want to get in on the fun.
Or if it was rainy, we’d stay inside and I’d play with the round footstool or
Color in my Precious Moments coloring book feeling
The texture of the floral couch on my bare feet.
The smooth coffee table that was perfect for racing Hot Wheels
Frodo the stuffed frog was always a good friend that I’d play with while
Nani prepared another meal on the old green stove in the kitchen
I loved waking up in the mornings at this cottage
Papa would knock on the door of my room to wake my mother and I
He would say the words “I’m making flapjacks” and I’d spring right up.
I loved to watch him in the kitchen flip the pancakes into the air.
I was always amazed by all the things he did.
These memories that I have are still so vivid.
I will do what I can to create these memories for my children.
The happiness that I could feel from going up to the cottage
Was second to none, truly.
Honestly, I would buy the same trailer back if I could to replicate everything as best as I can.
The current owners will never know how much I want this cottage back.
It was ours.
Our place to go, our place to sleep and relax and play and eat.
It was ours.
And now I want it back,
I’m ready to reclaim this place with the family name.
did u guys see me at the oscars
You looked great, pizza. Congrats on everything. I love you.
Thanks, John. I love you too.
well behaved women rarely make history but neither do boring teenage girls who do nothing but party so you’re in a bit of a pickle there champ
My how things have changed
This will be short and sweet, but…
I used to complain that Kevin was too long of a walk from my house…or Matt was across town…or Gio lived off-campus…
I complained that Zach lived 7 minutes from me. And now…now we are 4400 miles apart. From Rochester, NY to Pescara, Italy, my yearning for him is real. He can’t just slip his Pumas on, walk over, and instantly be with me. He’s 7 hours by airplane now. An ocean away, and then some.
I’ve never done this before, and I’ve always taken time for granted. And now…look…3 more months of this skin hunger.
It’s not easy. Not for me, not for anyone. This is my unofficial apology for my ignorance to the long-term LDR community for my prior outlook for complaining that I had to go a few hours without seeing my SO at whatever time. I feel for people in longer, indefinite cases of distance, like servicemen protecting our/a nation overseas, or a couple cross-country, or like myself. This is a challenge, but not a death sentence, though.
Time is so valuable. Distance is really difficult. I never understood what this would entail…and I know this will never have to be the case again. I’ll never have to study abroad again, but I will always value every moment with you, Zach. I am learning to be on my own and really valuing our love right now. This experience (1 of 4 months) has been eye-opening. I feel as if I’m seeing an entirely new brand of relationship now. I have a new perspective, and I will adapt accordingly. I’ve definitely matured in the past month, I would say. I used to be clingy at home…and now I know I will value an invisible, but ever-present bond and learn to accept stupid things that I couldn’t in Rochester.
DO YOU GUYS HAVE THAT ONE FRIEND THAT DOESN’T THINK SHE’S ANYTHING SPECIAL BUT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND WITTY AND EVERYTHING AMAZING THAT YOU COULD EVER WANT IN A PERSON BUT SHE DOESN’T SEE IT AND YOU JUST WANNA TAKE HER AND SHAKE HER AND SCREAM IN HER FACE ALL OF THE AMAZING THINGS ABOUT HER JUST SO SHE WILL APPRECIATE HOW ABSOLUTELY LOVELY SHE IS