once sunday is over i’ll breathe a huge sigh of relief for exactly twenty seconds and then i’ll be swept into the whirlwind of packing up and saying goodbye to my childhood home. boo on you, the end of summer.
i want a house of my own to house my husband and my children and my big wooden desk that i’ll keep all to myself. i’ll have a map of the world on the wall to inspire the little ones and then granny square blankets on the couches to warm them. i’ll paint the walls bright colors, play that nostalgic music, and get down to baking! i’ll build a future of happiness and warmth and plentiful cheese bread.