The City from WTK Photography on Vimeo. I have for a while thought that San Francisco would be the perfect escape from the island life for a few days. All i have to do now is save up a little cash to go!
I often find my mind wandering through life and the things that surround me. I would like to think that it is a set of romantic colored glasses thru which I see. Yet my mind gets away from me. I set unattainable goals, plan my future, name my future children, buy amazing cars, and plan my future wardrobe. The problem with all this wishful thinking is that I am not present now! The benefit of this thinking I find myself focusing on great life plans, like buying the perfect fixer-upper home. And as of late that is all I can seem to think about. Funny thing is I know what I want and where to find it but I'm here (in Hawaii) and I can't afford a home. I want a little house in some pastel shade of pink or yellow with a picket fence. Something a little like this...
I've fallen in love... With a little 4 bedroom house! I scour the real estate ads daily for homes with "good bones" that are cheap. I found this un-polished gem in my home town.
I would paint the stucco all white, the gutters and the window trim bright red. The jury is still out on the what color I would paint the front door, it is a tie between pink and yellow.
I mocked up what that house would look like if I owned it! Even with my car in the driveway.
Truly this small demure looking home has TONS of potential. There is an entire basement with a separate entrance. If I bought the home the improvements would begin downstairs. It would make a perfect rental.
Oh and did mention there is a two car garage too?
I can just imagine the poppies that I remember my in grandma's garden would grace the this long flower bed along the driveway.
Whats funny about my alter ego, she comes out when I don't really want to talk to someone.. Or I have a guy ask for my number, not because he will call, but he wants the bragging rights... But also Ginger is the girl that is the perfect size when she slips on a pair of $165 jeans.
And when she drives by folks stop look, turn, and say something like "NO I wasn't checking her out"!
I have to say this it has been months since Ginger has introduced herself. And to be honest that is a good and bad sign. That means I have not had my fill of seedy clubs and bad introductions, but it also means that I have not been out. I think that the good comes with the bad, and so we adapt. Then Ginger steps in. She says NO far to often, kisses then walks away having given him a wrong phone number (this is called the kissing bandit), or just enjoys herself then promptly forgets.