I want to sell flowers. I wan to be that person, the one who sells you just one little rose or a beautiful bouquet. I want people to say, "hey, let's go to Tina's and grab some Dahlias". Think about this: how great would it be if you can work selling flowers and make a living out of it, waking up each morning and walking out the door knowing you will be around flowers all they long. The amazing smell all day, all the pretty colors, all the stories behind every flower you sell, OH, all those stories. Man, that's what I wanna do, I wanna be the flower girl. And to add a finishing touch sell an amazing, rich coffee in that shop of mine. Daydreaming? maybe, maybe not, I have desired this for so long that maybe the universe is already working on something to please me. let's see.
It seems we have finally found a school we really like for D. to start elementary school next fall. I know, it seems so early to start the process, but in order to pick the school we really wanted we needed to start this early. What a relief. What a big relief. We toured at least 10 schools in the last 2 months. In our district, out of our district, public schools and private schools, charter schools and whatever's left in the middle, and somehow there was always something that didn't click to me when touring all those schools. All of them -btw- with very high scores and super nice reviews, but still, there was something that didn't convince me. It happened the same to me when I was looking for preschools for D. two years ago. I visited many, until I went to one that felt right to me instantly, it felt right in my heart. And that was how I felt yesterday morning when we visited the very last school in our list to tour, it felt right. I liked the school, thank God, I liked