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Okay, the appreciation/love train will certainly get back on course soon and more letters to my loves will appear. However, I can't be mushy, sappy, sentimental Meghan every day. Get real. I'd start to become unrecognizable. So, while watching incessant election coverage for the last 3 hours I have also been obsessing (shock) over my dream home. Maybe all this "Republicans will help you get a job" talk has got me thinking that in fact one day I will actually have a career and...knock on wood...my own money! What a novelty. So... I'm going to share some pictures of what my dream bedroom (and house) would look like if I had an unlimited budget and unlimited time to decorate and create.

I mean...hel-lo. Could you just die? Now I just have to buy my own place before I get married so I can be obsessively and wonderfully indulged in the most feminine, ruffled, sparkled, cozy, chic kind of decor imaginable. Oh, a girly girl's dream! I swear to you...I'm utterly convinced that the coolest occupations are still A) personal trainer and B) interior decorator. I really should have thought about this before college, right? However, I am a card-carrying member of the unlimited time club. Yeah, that's what I'm calling it now. Get over it. So maybe I should start crusin' the yard sales and second-hand stores for some gems and spruce 'em up for a couple pennies. Though...if I really fell in love with something I could probably never sell it! Ohhh so many ideas and no clue what to do. Isn't being a 20-something fun????