I want a house on the beach someday. Just a little one. With a deck, and a big, bright window. And I want to stay up late, out on the deck, talking to people, or just one person, or nobody at all, knowing that there's nothing that needs to be done the next morning, at least not right away.
Last weekend was kinda like that. Saw the sun for the first time in awhile. Saw my sister for the first time since I got engaged. Ordered dessert instead of dinner. Ate fresh sushi (stacks and stacks of it). Picked up my wedding dress from alterations. Drove to the beach to nap there for an hour, because we can.