flâneur

romanticizing everything, nothing and sunday

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at my friend’s recent housewarming party, someone asked me what my dream day was. and it wasn’t until i spoke about following up fresh produce-laden lunch with a random movie that i realized i was describing sunday. a great work out. a home coffee at 8 a.m. farmer’s market with him, then lunch by him. an outside coffee around 2 p.m. movies. silly snacks. catch up with a long distance friend. podcast and slow-cooked dinner. clean. early sleep. and deep laughter, and conversation, somewhere in between.

at my friend’s recent housewarming party, someone asked me what my dream day was. and it wasn’t until i spoke about following up fresh produce-laden lunch with a random movie that i realized i was describing sunday. a great work out. a home coffee at 8 a.m. farmer’s market with him, then lunch by him. an outside coffee around 2 p.m. movies. silly snacks. catch up with a long distance friend. podcast and slow-cooked dinner. clean. early sleep. and deep laughter, and conversation, somewhere in between. by living between the end of the weekend and the beginning of the week, sunday means that…

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