I want fresh squeezed lemonade, a sidewalk cafe, and a female friend. I want the perfect sundress and sunglasses. I want a self cleaning house and a self-refilling checking account. I want porch furniture and a thunderstorm. I want a freaking in-person conversation. I want a new pair of flip flops and some flirty sandals. I want to make some new friends. I want bookshelves and throw pillows. I want my family to go back to normal. I want everyone to communicate soley through email/text messages and in person conversations. I want to write letters and have them answered with letters…on paper…sent with a stamp. I want a workout routine I enjoy. I want a limitless decorating budget to Pottery Barn. I want to go on a date with my best friend, all dressed up. I want a novel that sucks me in and leaves me breathless. I want clear water, sandy beaches, and fresh mangoes. I want the slip and slide I had when I was nine and watermelon cut off the rind. I want to have a sleepover with my girl friends, complete with chick flicks, pop corn, and boy talk. I want air in my bike tires and trips to the park. I want to feel like I don’t waste my days. I want a part time job that pays like a full time job, benefits, and free peach ice tea. I want a device that reads my favorite blogs to me while I cook or write letters. I want some more. And some smores. I want a blank book, unlined, with my favorite pen. I want sunscreen that smells like Coconut and a bowl of fresh picked strawberries. I want to change my point of view. I want to step out of my comfort zone. I want to go back to my senior year in high school and talk myself out of teasing my father about going to Tech. I want Ina Garten to teach me how to cook and George Carlin to be my buddy. I want someone to hold me accountable for missing my workouts. I want calorie free ice cream and baby spinach that’s less than $2.00 a package. I want a glass pitcher on my counter and fresh flowers on my table. I want cheap beer, a live band, and a slightly slutty outfit. I want a manicure that doesn’t hurt and an eyebrow wax. I want a simple silver necklace that goes with everything. I want to write a weekly column for a local paper, without topic or genre, just “The World According to Amaya.” I want to find the other Friends Season 1 that I've lost. I want to be better about asking for what I need. I want to be a little more open with the people who love me. I want to skip the uncomfortable “what’s going on” phone call with the parent I hung up on and just have things go back to semi-normalcy. I want a fairy godmother that will plan my sister's wedding and pull it off, all for $1,000. I want a top shelf long island, 70 degrees, and a patio at sunset. I want a new wardrobe, a better sense of what tomorrow will bring, Los and a pony.
Ok, maybe not a pony.
