Sometimes I feel that there’s so much I want to do in my life, and it scares me to think that they might not happen. So much of my time is spent indoors, in front of an LCD screen, laying around. I want to do new things. I want to travel - growing up, vacations were rare for my family of 8, and I want to make up for that. I want to see the east coast, I want to leave the country. I want to see a play in London, I want to drink coffee in France. I want to become well-versed in art. I want to have a home with open spaces and comfortable furniture, and I want to decorate it so it’s my own, just how I like it. I want to speak French. I want to watch old films. I want to take pictures and have hundreds of albums for my family to look at. I want to write, and I want to get something published, even if it’s just some prose in a literary magazine. I want to fall in love and I want to get married, and I want to have no doubts that I will love that one person forever. I want to be happy, I want to make something of myself, I want to go out and DO instead of staying in and wishing.

The first step in my plan of action is to set aside money monthly for a plane ticket, I don’t know where I’ll go but I’ll go somewhere.