My heart does a little skip every time I think of the fact that I'm THIS close to being an island girl again. I hope it rains when we're there. There's something about the beach after a downpour that just draws me to the shore.
I've already asked my mom if, when I grow up, I can live in Boracay and spend at least a year of my life in bohemian bliss and she said yes. I can't wait to rent a place there and spend my days on the beach.
I hope my mom will find it in her heart to send me money in case I can't find a job on the island. Hee. Either way, I'm gonna be one happy, penniless fool.
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