July 26, 2012


If life here in North America fails me, I will make the move to beautiful Europe,

I will learn the language of {depending on where I live} either Italian or German,

and I'll work in a quaint little bakery, selling sugar-dusty Berliners and chocolate-banana crepes.

I'll take my baby-pink bicycle down to the bridge, park it, and feed the leftover bread crumbs to the birds.

My little flat will be just down the cobblestone street and around the corner to the left. And everyday my little white Scottish-fold kitty will be sitting on the window sill, waiting for me to come home.

❤ ❤ ❤


  1. And I would come visit you and eat all of your sugar-dusted dainties!!!!!!