wish i lived in the Mama Mia Extended Universe where almost everyone’s poor but being poor means you have a single bedroom filled with adorable assorted mismatched furniture that still follows a decorative scheme and you have a great view and a french press
and if you stand in one spot long enough a very attractive man will walk by and just fall madly in love with your fun energy and offer you a ride in his pedicab 100 miles up the coast to a wonderful little bakery where the owner will also love your energy and just leave it to you in her will for some reason, along with her rolodex that includes at least three more attractive dating options
oh also you can duet with an invisible ghost right there in public and no ones even going to get on your case about it. utopia