ideally.

Sometime in the near future, I want a wraparound porch that can easily fit twenty of my closest friends and a keg for those summer nights when the last thing we want is to go inside. Ideally, it would be somewhere in Lincoln Park, of maybe just steps away from where I grew up. A part of me longs to return to Damen and Grace Street when I am done with my time at school. To be a few blocks away from a fly ball, the city, and the Lake would be ideal. I want a guy who understands my urges to lose myself in a new city or town, who will not hesitate to be right there with me as we drive just to hear the wind and music at the same time. Someone who sleeps better when he is holding onto me, and understands the many things I can find myself fitting into. I will shed the outfit I put tireless effort into buying from a trendy store and put on workout clothes to train myself for something or another. When I get back from the gym, I will neglect to wear makeup like I do any other day, and as soon as I hear some of my favorite songs, I long to have a blunt in one hand and a Long Island in the other. All of this can and will happen within the same day. I want there to be buttercream cupcakes with just a little frosting easily accessible when I want one, yet far far away when I know I should not have them. If only there was an endless supply of Propel water in my fridge and watermelon grew all year. Ideally, Bob Marley would still be alive and would live down the street. Most importantly, guitar would not be so damn hard to learn.