Talking to my best friend tonight made me a little sad: why have I not found a publisher, published my book, won a series of awards and a spot on the best sellers list so that I can pay to see the people I love all the time?!? Why why why?
Seriously, my dreams are getting published and making just enough money off of my humorous short story writing that I can afford to travel all the time. That's it. No mansion. No Lamborghini. Just a passport and adventure. Maybe also some red wine...
Seriously tho- when I think about it, I have friends on 5 continents. I've met them through my friends, traveling, studying abroad, through couchsurfing, and through my own adventures. One day, I would seriously love to have all my friends together in one room.
Now that would truly make me happy.
Good night world.
