Right now, all I want is a landline phone, a box of postage stamps, a large garden, and a rocking chair.  And I want to peel clementines slowly, dig in the dirt to find earthworms, have boisterous conversations about Ida B. Wells, and burn mango butter incense. And I want to dance to Nina Simone and cook black eyed peas with kale. And when all of this is done, I want to fall asleep in a large bed that smells like sandalwood and grapefruit.