Medieval Times

Let me first explain that I have been recently obsessed with the new Sims Medieval game. Good, glad I got that out of the way; now on to more pressing matters. I think it is perfectly absurd that I would be completely comfortable tending a garden in the morning, taking a tea break before gathering up the sheep in the afternoon on my trusty steed and then finishing up the day with a nice fire while I cook oatmeal. (Yes, I have oatmeal for dinner...if that's the only qualm you have about my day then 10 points for you.)

This quaint cottage dream I have imagined for myself seems hardly enough to satisfy my passion for writing, film, theatre, travel and the like, however, I enjoy the fantasy none the less. Of course, this all takes place in Ireland so at least that covers "travel".

There is a small void inside of me that wants to be filled with earthy type things. That probably doesn't make any sense to you normal folk, but I get all warm and fuzzy thinking about all the things I could grow in my garden. I swoon at the thought of eating cucumber sandwiches and drinking raspberry tea in my over sized chair by the fire. I feel like I missed all these luxuries somehow...Am I losing my mind? I probably should have been born a Brit. I could be raising sheep in Ireland right now if it weren't for my nosy immigrant ancestors wanting to escape to the great new world of America. Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy Disneyland, baseball and hot apple pie just as much as the next person, but can't the two worlds combine into one?

Can't I have my cake and drink tea too?

(Side note: If Google tries to tell me that "theatre" is spelled "theater" one more time I will vomit.)