Dear Very Few Loyal Readers: This is my new house and street. As you can see, I will be living a life of luxury and opulence a la J-LO/Florida Keys. Except I will be more like Maria of the Sound of Music (minus blonde hair, singing talent, nanny-title, nun status and handsome love interest) because I will be living in Austrian household and will be taking romantic bike rides through the dew-misted forests of Clayton.
I will wake up to the warmth of the magnificent Panamanian sun and the sounds of birds chirping. After a filling breakfast, I will spend my mornings painting idyllic nature scapes, channeling Vincent Van Gogh's Arles phase (sans self-mutilating tendencies and depressive episodes), and I will think about how nice a garden would look but decide to envision it rather than make it happen. However, I will vow to hire a gardener when my finances improve. My hands are too dainty and delicate for gardening.
I will wake up to the warmth of the magnificent Panamanian sun and the sounds of birds chirping. After a filling breakfast, I will spend my mornings painting idyllic nature scapes, channeling Vincent Van Gogh's Arles phase (sans self-mutilating tendencies and depressive episodes), and I will think about how nice a garden would look but decide to envision it rather than make it happen. However, I will vow to hire a gardener when my finances improve. My hands are too dainty and delicate for gardening.
In the evenings, I will drink inexpensive yet drinkable Chilean red wine from my cozy patio and have stimulating conversations with my plentiful, newfound 20/30 something friends who will naturally find me charming and delightful and enjoy my refined, European sensibilities. There will be Edith Piaf or Fado playin
g lightly in the background, and they will all compliment my musical taste and first-rate hostess skills.
g lightly in the background, and they will all compliment my musical taste and first-rate hostess skills.Yes, at last, I will find true happiness.
The only problem is that I will have to maintain this new found happiness with $250 in disposable income a month not including transportation and food. I will have to become familiar with the lonely old rich white guy crowd -- preferably recently widowed so I don't have to be a home wrecker -- and see if any of the more generous among them are interested in late-in-life/May-December romance/companionship.
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