another thing I wrote in that little side room with the elevator

Dear Diary,

I hope I own a little house in a little neighborhood. 

I hope I have a pretty front yard with flowers and green grass. 

I hope my kids get excited when it snows and school gets canceled. 

I hope to open my windows when winter turns into spring, 

and I can smell the blooming flowers and hear the birds chirping. 

I hope the bus stop is right in front of my house, 

so my kids can get on all by themselves once they turn double digits. 

I hope I have a pavement driveway, so we’ll be the “sidewalk chalk house.”

I will definitely always bring out popsicles. 

I hope I have a little deck, 

so I can sit outside on my rocking chair and read a nice book. 

I hope I will have a bunch of friendly neighbors who come over and hang out. 

Maybe, we will have fires and our kids will roast marshmallows together. 

I like to think about little things like this. 

It makes me smile. 

Just sitting and thinking.

Sincerely,

Anna♡

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