My fantasy life

[Anonymous]

In my fantasy life, I live in Boston alone with my son. I have enough money to provide for him and the flexibility to work part time. I am on good terms with my ex-husband who continues to be a great father to my son, but I am freed from the trappings of marriage.

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Anonymous wrote:In my fantasy life, I live on the upper west side in NYC in a beautiful apartment. I have a green velvet couch and my place is full of plants. I have a huge terrace. I'm a curator at the Met, but I only work 30 hours a week. I have a trust fund. My lover is a gorgeous architect. We go out to eat twice a week and then make love for hours. He gets bagels and coffee the next morning and then leaves. I have a housekeeper but no pets or children.

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This sounds like an episode of Sex and the City.

Sounds fabulous to me!

[Anonymous]

The op’s upper west side dream reminds me of my life 25 years ago as a college student at barnard! I somehow lucked out and had the huge room over looking 116th, with a balcony with french doors. I remember waiting for my cute tall ex- boyfriend (but we were getting back together) to visit and it was snowing big fluffy snow. Broadway was silent, with the warm light from street lamps puddling in the gathering snow.

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My DH and I have a small cottage in the Cotswalds and my garden has every type of lovely flower. We have 5 dogs who we’ve rescued and they pad around the cottage and frolic in the high grass and never make messes. We spend lots of time every day cooking intricate recipes au terroir. We have a little stationery store in town that we open only on days we feel like it, and we fill it with our favorite books and writing implements. In the evenings DH paints and I read. We spin records daily and have delicious wine every night. We’re independently wealthy, of course, and travel anytime we want to. Our daughter visits us frequently and fills us in on her adventures. My life is abundantly cozy.

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Anonymous wrote:My DH and I have a small cottage in the Cotswalds and my garden has every type of lovely flower. We have 5 dogs who we’ve rescued and they pad around the cottage and frolic in the high grass and never make messes. We spend lots of time every day cooking intricate recipes au terroir. We have a little stationery store in town that we open only on days we feel like it, and we fill it with our favorite books and writing implements. In the evenings DH paints and I read. We spin records daily and have delicious wine every night. We’re independently wealthy, of course, and travel anytime we want to. Our daughter visits us frequently and fills us in on her adventures. My life is abundantly cozy.

Oh this sounds so delightful and restful. Can I magically retire to your fantasy?

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Anonymous wrote:The op’s upper west side dream reminds me of my life 25 years ago as a college student at barnard! I somehow lucked out and had the huge room over looking 116th, with a balcony with french doors. I remember waiting for my cute tall ex- boyfriend (but we were getting back together) to visit and it was snowing big fluffy snow. Broadway was silent, with the warm light from street lamps puddling in the gathering snow.

Nice!

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I am a disciplined but unfettered creative.

I write popular poetic novels every year that have just the right balance of dry humor, original relatable characters, imaginative metaphors/ imagery, heart and human flaws.

I live in a totally green community within a thriving city with zero carbon footprint.

I grow veggies and herbs sufficient for adventurous cooking that draws from healthy, flavorful cuisines all around the world. We also have delightful neighborhood restaurants, a post office, and other stores nearby.

My adult children all get along well and we take their children once a week for a few hours. We take our grandchildren to musical theater, zoos, museums, art galleries, live shows, farms, ball games, picnics and swimming.

I play several musical instruments well and sing in different choirs (church and secular).

I visit family and friends around the world several times a year but I always love coming home:

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Anonymous wrote:In my fantasy life, I live on the upper west side in NYC in a beautiful apartment. I have a green velvet couch and my place is full of plants. I have a huge terrace. I'm a curator at the Met, but I only work 30 hours a week. I have a trust fund. My lover is a gorgeous architect. We go out to eat twice a week and then make love for hours. He gets bagels and coffee the next morning and then leaves. I have a housekeeper but no pets or children.

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Ah. Basically my life but move it to Europe part time and add in 3 children with nannies and boarding school. It's fun.

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Anonymous wrote:I live in a temperate mountain town with decent access to the big city and adorable historic houses with amazing architectural detail. We live in a walkable neighborhood and can walk to locally owned and very good bakeries, restaurants, coffee shops, and small health food grocer. We have a close knit and diverse neighborhood where kids play in the streets and neighbors are civically involved through active representation on local government boards and committees. Neighbors come from a huge diversity in terms of origins and professions and the conversations are always interesting.

Husband and I both have passion jobs that actually pay decently and are stable. We have a comfortable upper middle class household income that allows us to not worry about day to day expenses but also not so high that we feel like we've lost touch with the middle class and have to worry about things like our kids not having perspective of the "real world."

Husband is loving and devoted. We are both active and enjoy active pursuits together, like a weekend bike ride in the countryside. We both love travel and take our kids on cultural or active vacations that feel authentic at least once or twice a year.

I live my fantasy life. However, even passion jobs can be stressful and old charming houses need a lot of maintenance and updating. And we are both working parents so the work -life balance thing is stressful. But writing this out makes me so grateful for my life.

So your fantasy is less maintenance? Ok, I get that. But now I feel like I'm a mental health warning.

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For me, I live a completely different kind of life acting like whomever I was supposed to be had I not been adopted. I would come from a large connected family and still have siblings that I am close to, and all our adult kids and their kids would get together for holidays. I would feel like I'm supposed to be there, and would look somewhat like everyone grinning together in a picture at the beach wearing old T shirts and laughing. We'd all have a bunch of grandchildren to fawn over.

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Anonymous wrote:What is killing me about all these fantasies is how oddly specific they are. All the little details like we have all been thinking hard about this.

Yeah, I was expecting a lot of affairs, you know, in the mind. These tend to be more Instagram lifestyle fantasies, instead. No one is having a mental affair with your kid's orthodontist, soccer coach?

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Anonymous wrote:I live alone in a cabin in the woods. I wear a lot of natural fabrics and have two dogs and let my hair go grey. I spend my days working on my novel and making crafts. The house contains only handmade items and things I have sewed and knit myself. I drink a lot of tea. Since this is a hallmark movie type situation eventually a hot guy with a beard and flannel shirt shows up. He makes me a beautiful dining room table from wood he chops himself. Then he ravages me and then he makes some fine soup and bread for us which we enjoy with a fine bottle of wine as we watch the birds at the bird feeder.

Lol lol 😂 I love this one!!!

Ok, this one is good.

[Anonymous]

I am a wealthy widow living in my shingle-style home in a coastal town on the East Coast. My children are in college and I live alone with my two dogs. I foster dogs in my spare time, in between gardening, weekly massages, reading, tennis and golf. My FWB lives in Europe and I see him periodically or he comes to visit me. I also have a home on the West Coast where I go during the winter. Money is no object. i can eat whatever I want without worrying about getting fat. I let my hair grow silver and I have no health problems. I have several close friends I get together with regularly a la Oprah and Gayle. Both of my parents are alive and both of my in-laws are not.

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Anonymous wrote:I am a wealthy widow living in my shingle-style home in a coastal town on the East Coast. My children are in college and I live alone with my two dogs. I foster dogs in my spare time, in between gardening, weekly massages, reading, tennis and golf. My FWB lives in Europe and I see him periodically or he comes to visit me. I also have a home on the West Coast where I go during the winter. Money is no object. i can eat whatever I want without worrying about getting fat. I let my hair grow silver and I have no health problems. I have several close friends I get together with regularly a la Oprah and Gayle. Both of my parents are alive and both of my in-laws are not.

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