When I was a little girl I dreamed of having an apartment of my own. Not a house. An apartment. I liked the balconies. I wanted to decorate my imaginary balcony with colored twinkle lights in December and plain white lights during the rest of the year. I imagined dance parties (which could be dangerous), cute patio furniture, aloe plants in big ceramic planters, and paper lanterns. I have never had a balcony of my own. Because of this, I feel I've missed out on a special club. When I visit other apartments I always gasp when I see that they have a balcony and then immediately step outside to see what it feels like or check out the view. If I stay in a hotel, I always request a room with a balcony. You can often hear me say, "AND IT HAD A BALCONY!" If YOU have a balcony and I'm visiting, no matter the weather you can expect me to want to hang out on it... hopefully it will be bathed in sun and there will be a plenty of beverages and (if I'm lucky) some cheese. P.S. I also love cheese.
