I was talking with a friend dear reader, about what would be in ten years. What we wish would be, what we wish would be gone.
In my head, I’m in a little apartment. In my head, there are potted plants at least, a garden ideally. In my head, my cat is still with me, and a big floppy dog has joined us. In my head, I’m working at a community non profit, using my grad degree to do what I always wanted.
The work is draining, the house small, but the home full of warmth. I work all day caring for people, and return at night to books and cooking, knitting and phone calls with family and friends.
In my head, I am an unofficial aunt to many of the girls and boys in the neighborhood. My home is a safe place for them to play with animals and read books. We have pizza making parties on the weekends, I’m teaching them how to cook. In my head, I have friends who visit for tea, and whom I can always rely on to watch my pets and water my plants.
It might be a simple dream, and I might not know where in the world it will be, but it’s what I work towards. It’s what I remind myself of on days when I’m not sure why I work as much as I do, why I study, why I push myself. I do not run towards this dream, that might shatter its peace, but I am walking without slowing towards it.