Picture walking down a street full of white picket fences and quaint little cottages where every roof is adorned with beautiful Wisteria. Each house has flowers blooming in the front yards from roses to tulips- the smell is soft and sweet. You feel as though you've stepped into a book set in the cozy English countryside. As you are walking along the cobblestone street you spot in the backyard of the cutest cottage a fruit tree full of tiny tangerines and the smell of the juicy sweet fruit touches your tastebuds. You think to yourself is this a dream? Am i -my own main character set in a romance novel? Where's the cute handy man?