Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Fantasy:

Move to Halifax. Attend the same university as Anne of Green Gables for under $6000 a year. Live in my own one bedroom house for $700 a month. Make $25,000 a year cataloging sea stars part time. Free health insurance. Get to spell all the extra U words the way I want to without taking crap for it. Visit Cape Breton and learn how to fiddle. Buy a golden retriever from my great uncle. Have all the sky stars I want 15 minutes out of the city. Finally learn French. Feel like I am somewhere I belong.

Sigh.

9 comments:

Lorcan said...

Dear Friend (check thy email on wishes) but thee IS always where thee belongs... in the hearts of many fFriends and friends... and though thee might not catch the trapeeze, and even might miss the net, there are a host of us clowns with baskets to catch thee... wishing thee thy best wishes, and promicing thee, thee is just always where thee needs to be... reaching for the trapeeze, and watched by fFriends who will help thee dust off and climb to the top of the tent again...
one of the clowns
lor

Kate said...

Amanda,

Why not? Sounds doable to me (well, the numbers might need a little tweaking, but the numbers aren't the important part anyhow, are they?)

Kate

captn said...

Damn..............where do I sign?

ef said...

Yeah, can I come too?

I started spelling words with "u"s in 8th grade as an affectation (actually, copying a friend who was doing so) and never managed to shake the habit.

Amanda said...

Kate, the numbers were pulled at random from craigslist, university and job-posting sites. they are approximate. :)

Rudy said...

She sees stars and stores sea stars by the sea shore!

Anonymous said...

You seem to be someone who can't get out of the habit of navel gazing. It might help if you thought about the story of Narcissus . . .

Rudy said...

Amanda, I hope you are getting a break from all the stress.

I like the idea of visualizing an ideal place, sort of like Buddhists use Mandalas visualize Pure Lands.

Unknown said...

Actually John, Narcissus is my birth-month flower. But he wasn't lint-picking his navel. He was staring at his pretty pretty self. Pick another parable.