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and you thought i wouldn't post today.

ye of little faith.

today i went to a photoshoot casting, and i had a flash of what a future with the bf might be like.

the building used to be a community supermarket. it was renovated into a studio space, and the upstairs now serves as living quarters for the photographer and his stylist wife.

their living space is modern and airy. we had lunch on the porch, delighting in the sweet breeze of late summer. the table on the porch was set for eight, complete with white tablecloth and wooden placemats.

i can see getting used to living in a flat, a large space for the bf and me. we would storm to opposite ends when we fight. we could have dinner parties on the porch. i can see him rising for work and kissing me when he leaves as a i lay in bed and softly croon, "work is for suckers." and when i feel like it, i will rise, have a croissant and hot tea, complete a sun salutation, and create.

i want to be an artist. i want to wake up and create. i know i dabble in the creative process, almost by default, guilty by association, but it would be different to be labeled as such.

and with the bf by my side, i feel like i could be anything.