Every time I go to Long Island, I can't help but think of all the things I want to do during my lifetime and the different ideas I've had along the way. A couple of my friends are starting to buy homes. Others are getting married and having children (not always in that order) I can still count on a few others to remain the moving souls I love them to be- traveling, going to Burning Man, etc. Meanwhile, I steadfastly remain tethered to my ambition. Pausing slightly to gather dreams along the way and store these dreams in a claw-footed bathtub for future use. As I navigate all the gift registries and courtesy cards, I can't help but wonder- what do the stars hold?
Monday, September 1, 2008
The World is Your Oyster.
Every time I go to Long Island, I can't help but think of all the things I want to do during my lifetime and the different ideas I've had along the way. A couple of my friends are starting to buy homes. Others are getting married and having children (not always in that order) I can still count on a few others to remain the moving souls I love them to be- traveling, going to Burning Man, etc. Meanwhile, I steadfastly remain tethered to my ambition. Pausing slightly to gather dreams along the way and store these dreams in a claw-footed bathtub for future use. As I navigate all the gift registries and courtesy cards, I can't help but wonder- what do the stars hold?
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