One Who Wanders (abiona) wrote,
One Who Wanders
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In what is in mere moments yesterday's yesterday, we walked to the park and ate ice cream; sat at the metal table painted green, friends amongst wind, sunshine, pollen, and uncut grass. We watched as wrappers trembled, cars arrived, and also sought out potential little children to give our extra ice cream cone to, but decided that their parents would probably think it a little odd.

It thundered and rained that night, but I only vaguely remember wondering what that sound was before turning over and falling back into slumber.

I have decided that it is impossible to be entirely self-sufficient. It would take a rare person with an amazingly dedicated mind to accept and develop positively within an isolated life, and I don't think that any of us are in possession of such a single-minded drive to be alone.

To all my friends - don't live a life full of anger and little else.

nyxdae, you still have my can opener.

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So you wonder what my dreams are ...? What you are looking for in my answer are things which aren't "dreams" ... at least, not in the senses that term has for me. "Dreams" usually refer to my nighttime escapades, or the fanciful creations of my mind during my conscious hours.

So, I use different words to refer to them - these things you seek to learn about are hopes, aspirations, wishes, whims. I often further separate them into categories - that which is realizable, that which is impossible, and that which is silly.

I want to live in an apartment or condo with a "significant other" who is a companion, with a cat that I've had since it was a kitten. The cat and I will be close friends. I want to be able to learn forever about subjects that interest me, want to be able to buy as many books as I want. I want to visit Washington D. C. and Baltimore again, want to continue school, want to be a wealth of information. I want a job that won't drive me crazy.

I wish for friends who have gone to return. I wish for misunderstandings to be swept away, wish to be more than just a name, or a memory, or a painful thought.

I want to go to more than one con a year. I want to learn how to sew, but I never want to catch myself sewing a quilted jacket a la a Vera Bradley bag (which I think are ugly as all hell). I want an old-fashioned Bug in purple.

So there you have it, a few of the things that I might do in the future years.
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