… spent 3 years in London, and very much likes the Idea of British.
… is sometimes melancholy, and loves thick lyrics that make me want to sing along.
… eats frozen pizzas alone in front of guilty-pleasure television– occasionally and with abandon.
…writes often and in bursts, with music in my ears.
… involves a bicycle, compost, blue jeans, Frances, used vehicles, and iced tea.
… means never having to say “I told you so” or pay for parking.
… has a quiet place to hide and be alone, but always has access to loving friends.
… is bigger than me, but not so large that I can’t imagine it.
… sounds like birdsong and smells like sheets from the clothesline.
… time-travels through all the love imaginable and would be happy to share.
… doesn’t mind being tired, if only it gets Spoon when its sleeps.
… thinks an East-facing bedroom is best.
… loves twilight and popcorn and cold hefeweizen.
… would love if you could come over.