M Y ( H A P P Y ) P L A C E
much love,
rach
me and emily took a little weekend getaway to one of our favourite cities. it excites me so to be in a new place - even if its only a few hours away from home. scouting out the best place to eat the most important meal of the day ( breakfast, of course! ), eating until our stomachs hurt, getting lost + hoping that taking every left turn will lead to our destination, rummaging through quirky little stores, letting our minds wonder into the future + pooling creative ideas over a cup of strong coffee, for me, and earl grey for her. this is my ( very ) happy place.
much love,
rach
we may have waited nearly 2 hours, but OEB certainly did not disappoint!
( PB+J hotdot from Tubby Dog! Sounds a little strange, but let me tell you, it was amazing! Who would've thought?! )
I T I S W E L L .
photos via pinterest
someday, i want to move away from the busyness of the city, away from the cookie-cutter houses of suburbia, to a small, old, humble home in the country.
I want it to be painted white, with white walls inside to match.
I want hardwood floors that creek, with cracks and dents that tell the story of a well loved home.
I want many windows with distressed windowpanes that will catch the soft light of morning.
I want a long table with brightly coloured mix-matched chairs that will be the place of countless gatherings, accompanied by the ones dearest to me.
I want to wake slowly in the early morning - admiring the way the light dances through the lace curtains.
I want to wake in the safe embrace of my love.
I want to smell the warm notes of strong coffee being brewed as i scribble a list of things to fill my day.
I want to wear my favourite sundress and let my messy, untamed hair take flight in the wind.
I want to venture barefoot to my garden and snack on plump raspberries.
I want to spend the afternoon in my tiny kitchen baking a pie from scratch - singing and dancing foolishly to my favourite records, wiping my flour covered hands on what used to be my grandmother's apron.
I want to take my old yellow bicycle and explore the country side.
I want to pick wildflowers to fill my home and put daisies in my hair.
I want to drink ice cold lemonade out of an old glass jar as my pale skin soaks up the summer sun.
I want to finish off my day with a home-cooked meal in the backyard with my favourite people.
I want to eat until my belly is bursting, laugh until I cry and sip on sweet, cheap wine under the stars.
And when everyone has said their bittersweet goodbye's, I will reminisce about the evening past while my fingers become wrinkled from the warm dishwater.
I will make myself a hot cup of tea, say goodnight to the house and slip into my cold, unmade bed - perfectly content with this beautiful world.
