Someday

Someday, I will set table settings for all of my guests at Thanksgiving.
Someday, Holland will run around the whole house, instead of just my bedroom.
Someday, I will have more than four dollars in my checking account at the end of the month.
Someday, I will own an apron.
Someday, I will cook.
Someday, I will live in Portland again.
Someday!
Someday stops making any sense when you type it that many times…