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Lately, I've been daydreaming about having my own apartment in the city. It would be in a cute neighborhood, with lots of little cafes and boutiques, and I would be able to walk around easily. "The city" in this case is Seattle. But one day I would love if it was New York or San Francisco, or possibly L.A.
Either way, I tend to get these grand, romanticized notions of what life will be like in my head. I imagine that if I move to the right neighborhood, all of a sudden, things will fall into place. I'll meet a great group of friends, we'll have regular hang out places, and things will all be wonderful.
And the thing is, I don't limit my romanticizing to cities. I do it to virtually everything. Coffee is another example. It's something that I want to like (I'm getting there), because I associate coffee with people who are busy and always on-the-go (and high-maintenance). Conversely, when drunk in a cafe, I associate it with socializing with a friend, catching up after a long time apart. Or maybe with writers, typing away on their latest novel.
I tend to fall in love with the idea of things. The problem with that is that life isn't always like a movie. That's not reality. While yes, this can be bad and lead to disappointment, I don't mind it. So long as it's done in moderation, and with the recognition of the fact that life isn't a movie, I think a little romanticization is fine. It helps to keep life beautiful.
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