I may be 25 and I may still not know what to do when I grow up but I do know that someday I will be living in a house filled with travel souvenirs and books.

And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with paintings, collages and postcards.

I will have a swing in the backyard under a linden tree facing a stew and I will have breakfast every morning on my porch smelling the grass.

And when I’ll be leaving the house I will be going to a job I love so I can return to someone I love.

This is what I’m working on.