She Keeps A Picture of Me At Her Apartment In The City

I've been thinking a lot recently about the future. Maybe it's because I just had my birthday (which was extremely excellent). There's part of me that can't wait to be on my own, ideally in an apartment in the city (New York, preferably). I want an apartment with a kitchen and a place for people to eat. I want to cook wearing a vintage-y apron. Or at least a cute one. I want to serve food on mismatched plates and with mismatched teacups. I want to decorate my apartment simply, but with bright colors and I always want fresh flowers. I want to wear dresses and skirts all the time. I want to have bookshelves for everything. And I know it's completely unrealistic. But sometimes I like to be idealistic. Sometimes, I just have to think that everything's going to turn out okay and that I'll be able to lead the life I truly wish to live.
I also want a puppy. Or five. Just saying.