...Big frothy skirts, sojourns to faraway places, breakfast at 10pm, to write - to write for hours and hours at end only to stop to breathe and an occasional sip of coffee, to dance till my feet hurt and I get all sweaty, with hair matted to the back of my head.
I want to leave, to travel for a long time. Lugging my heavy purple suitcase through trains, running down airports trying to catch my flight, sit on it waiting for a bus that's late. I want to bury myself under blankets in cold weather, I want to have to throw a coat on, I want to ask a stranger for a light and end up talking for hours.
I want to have pancakes at iHop, I want to spend hours at Target just before Halloween, I want to have time to sit down and read a book from sit to finish. I want to design shoes! Big, crazy, nonsensical shoes that look like they belong on another planet, that have sex oozing out of their pores, that are in ridiculous colours you need to own every single one. I want them to be people.
I want to not be deathly terrified of turning older. I want to figure out what I want to do and what needs to be done. I want to be challenged and to be fulfilled.
I am happy, but I want more. What do you want?