My Imaginary Life

My imaginary home is in Oregon. On the coast. I have stayed in my imaginary home. Which makes it very real to me. I can really imagine myself living here because I did it for four days.

My imaginary job is "vacation blogger". I write blogs about the exotic vacations our family takes. I get paid to write about Iceland, France, Africa, Austrailia. I also have a private jet so we don't have to go to the airport. Imaginary jobs have a lot of perks.

My imaginary life also includes a wonderful personal chef because I get tired of cooking my own spaghetti, tacos, crockpot roasts, and pizza. My imaginary chef also does the grocery shopping for me.

Ok, now I have to admit, that while my imaginary life is very glamorous, it is not as good as my real life which includes folding laundry, driving a long way to guitar lessons, listening to Miles read, hearing Evan's husky voice say new words every day, seeing Mark succeed at work, and trying to get yet another stain out of the carpet. You see, imaginary life would be nothing without real life. But I would like that house in Oregon someday.

What is your imaginary life? I like to imagine myself starting a blog trend. Just like when I asked people to post their cute and adorable photos. That trend spread like wildfire.