Q

If my life were mine, it would go like this:

After college, for a few years I will live with my closest friends and do nothing but realize myself. Then I will purchase a caravan and start touring the world in my caravan. First I will go to Switzerland, then Georgia, then maybe Nepal or somewhere in the slums but beautiful. Those years belong to myself.

There I will meet my lover, she will be a she – but it doesn’t matter. She will leave behind the life she had and be in mine. We will ride in our caravan around any country we desire to at the moment. We go to Iceland, Greece, Denmark, Italy, England, Japan, Bolivia, Egypt.  She will dance – maybe paint – or both. I will do theater. We will both write.

When we move on to another country we sell our old caravan and buy a new one in the new place. After awhile there will be tension, because we want a child but are afraid for the child and there will be uncertainty and that makes us forget we were once in love.

We still write, and act, and dance (or maybe paint) – and because we have ~angsty angst it will be really tragic and ~angst so we become famous. This is where we mature and find ourselves in our art and subsequently we start to believe and we have a child using one of the fancy shmancy artificial child birth thing. We love each other again, this time more than ever.

We have a beautiful son, (and later a daughter – but that’s for later). Our son makes us find God. We travel in our caravan. When our son is a teenager and we are over nearing fifty, we go back to where I started in Switzerland and purchase a vineyard. Our son does everything he loves and wants and succeeds, as does our daughter.

They love to travel as we did, and they do. Slightly lonely after all the adventure, we set up a day care service in our vineyard and everyday we are surrounded by children, animals and wine and vine (or whatever it is they grow in vineyards).

When we are over fifty many of our friends join us there and we have age gracefully.

She will die at fifty-seven, maybe a couple of years after me or before me, and then I will go.

Wow.