Things I've figured out:
I want to be knowledgeable in general electric, plumbing, carpentry, mechanic, first aid, nutritional, tailoring, and blacksmithing matters. I want a dog, and to build a canopy of wisteria over my back yard and see it bloom, I want to share the feeling I get during the bridge of the Pixies' cover of I Can't Forget and Me Gustas Tú by Manu Chao. I want to travel, of course, but to people, to warm nights perfumed by laughter, moonlight and candles, and flowers on vines worn by old courtyard walls. I want to cook Indian and all African food. I want to heal. And to sing. I'd love to be dating someone, I want to wake up to a friend holding me. I want to watch the sun rise over the Grand Canyon with my friends Chris and Erik, in a sleeveless old plaid shirt, ripped up jeans, and scuffed up tan boots with a rolled cigarette in hand. I want to live in, build and own a swanky and fully up-kept home. I want to learn languages, and live somewhere posh in San Francisco and New York. I want to front a great band, I want to own my own business and dance like Juliette Lewis in Natural Born Killers. I want to be a jewel, a concentrated life form, an epicenter of passion like a sweet ember you want to wrap up in your arms - pomegranate flavoured.