Five years…

[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

A lot of people (for some asinine reason) have been asking me lately, what I want to do in five years, where I want to be. The awnser hasn’t changed since five years ago, but I think that time is slipping away for it to happen. I mean, in five years…I’ll be twenty eight.

But for those who wanted the awnser, and those that don’t…this is the life I want for me in five years.

I want to be living in London (or anywhere in England but preferably London), still attempting to figure out the British Pound. I want to have a job I love, preferably in the arts. I want a close group of friends that I meet with every weekend at the local pub to bullshit about our week and how we’re all going to run away someday to a tropical island.

I want my son to be wondering around trying to get into trouble while I attempt to write a new scene for my third book (yes I have no plans to finish number two and three soon). I want to watch him chase after the dog and giggle when he stumbles and ends up on his arse, pouting (and then give him ice cream).

I want to watch the sunset as I snuggle with a fluffy black kitten named Snowball and know that I’m content with the life I have.