“My dream is to have a house on the beach, even just a little shack somewhere so I can wake up, have coffee, look at dolphins, be quiet and breathe the air.” ~ Christina Applegate
My friend got married a couple weeks ago. Celebrating the single life one last night, as well as making it easier for us to get ready the morning of, my friend rented the cutest little cottage.
It was this mermaid’s dream house.
As someone who lives in a one room, two hundred square foot Manhattan apartment, I don’t need a lot of room. In fact I have the minimalist down to a science. It might sound crazy as a fashionista, but I live by the rule if you haven’t worn it in a year, or it doesn’t fit in your closet/storage, you need to get rid of it.
So a small cottage or bungalow is not impossible to me.
This cottage was triple the size of my apartment, but still small. In other words it was perfect for me. The minute I walked in, I fell in love with it and all my ocean fantasies were realized.
The living room itself would have been utter perfection. With a couch, day bed, sitting area, and a bookshelf nook.
I could picture myself there, reading during a thunder storm as the angry mistress of the sea pounded her waves against the beach. And I was cozy and safe from her wrath in my little bungalow.
Vivid imagination I know.
I wonder why I am a writer.
Past the living room, there was a kitchen slash hallway, with a breakfast nook at the end of it and the master bedroom off of the kitchen with the bathroom. It was quaint, small, and everything I wanted.
Life goals people.
Maybe it is my minimalist personality, a person who abhors clutter and needs to find a place for everything. As a mermaid who has been to many a beach house up and down the East Coast- all larger then this tiny little bungalow nestled along the ocean- including a millions of dollars mansion in Sagaponack, as well as one that was Great Gatsby-esque in Westhampton. It was this minuscule cottage that made my mermaid tail swim.
Some day soon, I will go back, or maybe I will finally buy my own bungalow. My little haven amongst the sea. Exchanging my fiery concrete tiger claws, for a glittery fishy fin. Until then I will continue to dream.