My big beautiful dream.
My dream is to move to France and invest the money I’ve earned (if any) for a small but classy apartment on top of a home-style coffee shop. That coffee shop would belong to me. I would have rolled up newspapers in baskets at the door with a daymaker attached at the tag. I would have a crazy golden cappuccino machine that I only know how to work it. I would have a cozy library at the end of the shop. I would have small, medium, and large cupcakes and muffins. I would have chalkboard paint all over the walls, yet not on the windows that would give natural lighting inside. I would have regulars that come in that I know by name and order. I would recognize people from out of town and lure them in with the best brewed coffee they had ever tasted. It doesn’t matter where this could happen in France. It could be Nice, Paris, or the small town of Normandy. All that matters is that there will be awesome people having an awesome time drinking some awesome coffee.