Something about this little kitchen window with orange autumn leaves outside appeals to me. I like things with character, and this window has it. It makes me wonder where it is, who lives there, what the rest of the apartment looks like. Really, what it does is inspire a story in my head.
Okay, maybe the window is pretty ordinary, in a way. I still like it.
I can't live in the suburbs.
Not everyone understands this. I deeply, profoundly, cannot survive in the suburbs. I would whither away and I know it. Do not try to make me.
large bodies of water, particularly the ocean, and everything that goes with it: the endless shades of blue and green and grey and white, the sounds of waves and seagulls, its expansiveness, its restorative nature.
natural light. natural light. natural light! (i need it)