I started this blog hoping that it would allow me to find a space to start daydreaming like I did when I was a kid. The funny thing is that when I daydream today, my daydreams are so grounded and practical. I’m having such a hard time breaking away from regular adult life to start dreaming big. I mean, I recently daydreamed at work about work. I’ve become such a crummy daydreamer.
I’ve been pouring over so many minimalist, personal finance, and mindfulness blogs over the past few weeks that my head is brimming with ideas. I recently stumbled upon The Center of the New American Dream’s website and was so inspired by the many stories of people breaking away from the norm and helping people within their communities and throughout the world. I read one story about a young man who reflected that he was happier when he was in college and broke than being rich in his corporate job.
That had me thinking. The time in which I was most carefree and joyous was during my time in college. I loved absolutely everything about my University. The campus was gorgeous, my classes were diverse and inspiring, I was able to pursue my dream of helping to run a radio station, I played music in the coffee shops, it was really a very special time. I think about returning all the time (and I mean all-the-time.) I recently joked with a co-worker that if I were to win the lottery, I would go back to school, enroll as a Freshman, and do it all over again.
But what if I could do it all again, what if I moved back to my college town? What would that look like? Initially my fear would be having to deal with the college kids again. My school tended to top those top party school rankings from time to time. Perhaps that is what made it so much fun. Now that I’m older, I don’t know if that scene would be right for me, and I would definitely feel more like townie. But there would be more opportunity to work with a tight knit community that is focused on community service. I would look forward to living somewhere where I could have a garden. I would also love going back to my favorite organic Mexican restaurant or the farmers market. Eventually I would love to have my own homestead and play music all the time on my front porch. It would be simple living, but very rewarding.
I know this daydream is small, but it’s a start. I have a feeling that a lot of my daydreams will involve music and moving to the country. You know the old saying: you can take the country girl, who thinks she’s a city girl, and put her in the city, but once she’s in the city she will most definitely realize that she’s a country girl and want to move back to the country, but then she would be afraid that she wouldn’t have the city conveniences anymore so then she is just unsure of whether she wants to live in the city or the country.