I like canisters. If I could put everything in them, I would. Cookies, crayons, tea, memories, matchbooks. I want all different shapes and sizes and colors and patterns.
I want to travel the world. Not in a cliché that’s what everyone wants to do after college way, but I mean really really travel. I want to walk down cobblestone streets and take thousands and thousands of pictures. I want to eat at restaurants that are only run by families. I want to go into every museum I see. I do not want an agenda.
I like old things, but this shouldn’t be much of a shock. I like things with stories behind them and I would rather add my story to the preexisting ones than just have my one and only story with that particular item.
I have a new found love for maps. New, old, whatever I don’t really care. I want one room in my future home with maps. Maybe a map of where I lived after college, or a street map of my first home. Perhaps a map of a vacation with my future husband. Maps, I like maps.
I like lobster. What I don’t share with just anyone is the wildly unattractive way in which I eat it. I don’t think everyone I am friends with could handle this catastrophe.
my life according to my instagrams: