I want to go to New Orleans. I want to go to New Orleans like a guy trapped in a desert wants water, like a Cambridge student in May wants sleep. I want to walk around the city, listen to music, buy a tshirt, be alone, talk to myself, talk to the universe, cry till I choke, laugh, read books, sip a chai latte, write.

I’ll have to wait. It’s about 3 months till a whole new life in a whole new place with new people. 3 months. That is all that is standing between me and a sunshine-filled, no-set-bedtime, no-parental-restrictions life.

Breakfast: Chocolate on my bed while watching Archer or IASIP.
Bath: Optional.
Housework: Minimal.
Laundry: Unnecessary.
Lunch: Expired sandwich on bed while watching Archer or IASIP.
Work: Begins after lunch.
Dinner: Whatever I can find at 11pm.
Feeling too small to fail: time-to-time(feel free to translate time-to-time as daily)

But I’m getting older. (No surprise to anyone operating on this plane of reality.) And we all know, a smart woman, a kind woman, is one who has a devoted husband, who takes care of him and each of her children, who invites people to her home, offer them food and have them sit around a table and joke and laugh and tell stories. Thinking about the challenges I'd face as I try to grow from a selfish 22yo, to a woman who tries to be everything she can for her family, and uhh yes, for the pursuit of knowledge (also known as my job).