For now
1. Owning a home I LOVE.
2. Having furniture inside it that I LOVE.
3. Traveling more
What a treat, what an ecstatic surprise, to find myself at that point in life where every thing that happens gives off the kindly vibrations of luck and infinite possibility. When it goes my way, what a great and lucky thing. When it doesn't, how nice to know that there's nowhere to go but up. I never could have guessed, amid the black and bloody tumult of my teens and early twenties, that no less cruel and deadly an entity than Time would eventually come around to position itself as an ally. You've won me over for now. At the risk of sounding overobvious---because you know full well how fleeting our deal is---please do not expect me to last long as any kind of friend. Not of yours. Soon enough this nimble hand will be thick and arthritic. My skin will turn to paper. My eyes will milk over, my bones will go to powder, and it will be all your fault. For now, though, we are mates. You're on my side, and I'll take you up on it. See what I can do with this expiring gift. I know it's too much to ask that you slow down, so I'll throw my arms wide, shout Fuck it! at the top of my lungs, and hold you hard while I'm still standing. Before I know it, I'll be hanging from that same embrace, teeth and hair long since swept up and dumpd, body useless to the world, leaning toward a goddam box, but smiling at this earnest and eager girl for wanting so badly to seize something worth dying for.
2. Having furniture inside it that I LOVE.
3. Traveling more
What a treat, what an ecstatic surprise, to find myself at that point in life where every thing that happens gives off the kindly vibrations of luck and infinite possibility. When it goes my way, what a great and lucky thing. When it doesn't, how nice to know that there's nowhere to go but up. I never could have guessed, amid the black and bloody tumult of my teens and early twenties, that no less cruel and deadly an entity than Time would eventually come around to position itself as an ally. You've won me over for now. At the risk of sounding overobvious---because you know full well how fleeting our deal is---please do not expect me to last long as any kind of friend. Not of yours. Soon enough this nimble hand will be thick and arthritic. My skin will turn to paper. My eyes will milk over, my bones will go to powder, and it will be all your fault. For now, though, we are mates. You're on my side, and I'll take you up on it. See what I can do with this expiring gift. I know it's too much to ask that you slow down, so I'll throw my arms wide, shout Fuck it! at the top of my lungs, and hold you hard while I'm still standing. Before I know it, I'll be hanging from that same embrace, teeth and hair long since swept up and dumpd, body useless to the world, leaning toward a goddam box, but smiling at this earnest and eager girl for wanting so badly to seize something worth dying for.