I want to live

I want to live where there is wide open sky, in a house made of thin wood. Where the plains wave low in the front of my house and there are no neighbors. I want to live where the weather is hotter than hell and dryer than my mother’s hair. I want my kids to be able to sleep at night, with the doors and windows open, with no covers, with out a worry of monsters. I want to sleep at night with the doors open and no worries of monsters. 

I want to live on a beach. Not in a house, but literally, on a beach. I want it to be hot all day and all night. I want to hear the ocean for years without breaks. I want to visit the small coffee house on the edge of the beach everyday and order the same thing. I want the owner to know me. I want to be able to live there and surf all day and only worry about what I’m going to eat next. 

I want to live in a place full of growth. Everything is covered in green, and my house is always lit up. I have a husband and children and a scattered garden. The house is right next to a full forest and there are no roads and the only people near are people that live like us. We have cats. We host parties all the time, especially in the Summer and Fall. The sun always sets orange here. The grass is always the greenest it could ever be. 

None of my dreams, none of the places i want to live, are on the path im headed down. I am always confused by that because, i think, im on the best path possible, right?