What a Potential!

Yes, perhaps I should not have mentioned this in such public to a certain degree surroundings, and presumably it may be perceived as impertinent of me, nevertheless. Never the less, I can't help but muse about some proximic future of ours, yes, ours. I draw from memoey, the moments we shared while in O. this summer. Much as this might seem as holding onto something yet to come instead of, God forbid, focusing on the present, and consequently, dooming all those plans to failure, it is not. More likely, and the way I project it to myself, is that it is some sort of designing the future and thinking about it makes it come closer to reality. Then, I conjure up our trips [don't you dare to laugh] to the town of W. where we had the custom of refilling our fridge. The bone fires we made, the meals we prepared, especially, I think, deserve a well-distinguished place in the history of ours. There is even the memory of such tiny as they may seem things as the diversity of teas we possessed. As for the desing part yet to be, in my head, there is a vision of the house where we have 3 rooms total, one common with kitchen or so, two for work in solitude in case anyone needs it [I bet we will and there's nothing distrurbing nor bad about it, ofc]. Then a nice bathroom to that, undeniably. Either in the common room or in mine for sure, there's bound to be an arm chair, the type I'm so much fond of and for which I cannot find any proper translation. In the background, somewhat lingering there will be a feast for the senses both smell and hearing. The first will be catered by the owen, kitchen in general while the second will be indulged by state-of-the-art stereo equipment, playing be it classical, jazz, be it rock or psychedelic trance tunes. We will, of course, have a splendid garden in which we will grow the most fancy vegetables and herbs. Simply wine, dine and be merry.