My secret life plans.
My life plans seem to change with each passing day, but as I tend to think more deeply...I realize what I really want.
I was inspired by a thosegypsies post.
Post Graduation:
I want to skip town a day before graduation and hitchhike to Seattle.
I want to run away to Europe after Seattle and work in a bar in Amsterdam.
I want to live in a manic depressive artist's flat; I want him to paint me. I want to inspire him.
I want to drink absinthe and write copiously.
I want to come back to Canada, completely versed in the great mystery of dilipidated luxury.
University:
I want to have a double major.
Journalism and Middle Eastern studies.
I want a PhD.
Get published.
I want to make films and continue writing in university.
I want to work in a small vintage store.
I want to live near an artists' commune sort of like Warhol's Factory.
I want a string of one night romances and leave them behind at three AM.
I want to have an Annie Hall type romantic scphiel.
I want to have a night together with a certain blast from the past and see where it goes.
I want to work in a library.
I want to find love in Southern Europe.
I want my great romantic comedy.
I want to sit in coffee shops and contemplate existence.
I want three hour long existential conversations in my rooms.
I want hash parties.
Post University---I.E Life:
I want to be a Middle East correspondent/ journalist and do print and television.
That failing--an archaeologist.
I want to make documentaries.
I want to live in a huge loft apartment decorated by hanging silk scarves and souvenirs from my travels.
I want to find myself in India.
I want travel to Nepal and Indonesia and witness spirituality in nature.
I want to be the next wave in feminism.
I want to make films.
I want to have many many MANY cats.
I want to adopt children and have one of my own (omg!scandal! she wants SPAWNLINGS!!! I figured that I need some spawnlings to carry on my legacy/ plans of world domination. mwehhehehehe *batty*)
I want to live in a renovated yet charmingly dilapidated Victorian styled house with a lovely garden. The interior will be filled with antiquity and gypsy treasures.
I want to have small soirees and invite interesting people.
I want to rent out my basement to a young artist.
I want to write.
Maybe, just maybe...if I lose the cynicism about marriage (more likely love in general.)/ the idealistic pipe dreams...I may just get married. This, however, is highly unlikely. I'll probably brazenly ask him to move in and label his food and his belongings.
I want to live deeply, richly and fully.
And to have music and poetry settle deep into my belly.
And feel that I've achieved my nightly soak in the tub.