Writers Block, Sunshine blossoms and happiness.

Sitting here trying to write and I can't....
I need to eat that is why I cannot write, bleg. I want mango and strawberries and pineapples, fresh ones.
In SA I am working my backside off to make money and be able to have a little place to live with a garden so I can grow pineapples and strawberries and avocado trees and mango trees.
That is my dream, to do what I love, to have a small little place to live, to have a garden full of wonders and to have a goat and two or three cats and to be happy.
Right now, that is what keeps me going, that is what I look forward to. I look forward to stepping out of my front door with no shoes on and going to work barefoot, I look forward to tasting the sea on my lips, to waking up with sunlight tickling my eyelids and to go to bed in the dark. I look forward to squishing my toes in the sand, eating bunny chows on the beach, swimming in the sea, I dream of being free. I want to  get up early and sit on my stoop and drink coffee and smell the rain, I want to dance in the warm rains and eat mango off the stone.
I want to be happy.
8 months.
8 months until I can feel the real sunshine on my neck and back, feel freedom seeping into my bones.