I'm going to have fish when I'm in Sydney. I've always wanted fish, just a few in a round bowl, something simple. Cold-water fish is enough. Yorick and I did the whole tropical-water tank and it was good, but a bit too much effort. I just want something to look after, maybe even a plant, something of my own.
The way I see myself when I'm living in my own home, something created by me and hopefully my partner, I see myself differently, and that I will do certain things then, like have fish or keep a plant. I'm not doing that now and it's like I'm saving it for that other life. What if I don't get that life? Will I keep putting such things off? I hope not. I hope I do get the life I want. I also want vases of flowers everywhere, really pretty flowers. I want to start buying art pictures, like the one I saw in this great framed picture shop on Murray Street yesterday, so I have a collection for my Sydney house. I'm strange.
Flowers make you sociable apparently, according to a magazine I read. I love the ones Charlotte has in her Park Avenue home in Sex and the City. I think they are just beautiful and fill the vase perfectly. For my wedding I want white roses, this this moment in time. They smell great and look great and seem the perfect choice for me. I might change my mind though. I'm really looking forward to my house in Sydney.
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