“I still may not know what I want to be when I grow up but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.”
- Amber Morley
This quote pretty much sums it up for me. It’s what comes to mind when I think of how I want things to end up eventually. At that far-away point in time when I’ll finally decide it’s time to “grow up”. Whatever this means, it sounds somewhat scary to me.
Actually, if I think about it and look around our living room I’m already mostly living this life: We live in a rented apartment instead of owning a house but that’s how we want it. The numerous book shelves are filled with books in different languages, travel guides, dictionaries and Mr A’s Leica magazines, with a few souvenirs scattered for decoration. There is a magnetic strip along the wall below the windows we stuck photos to with magnets that we bought on our travels (such as one of – I kid you not – Julia’s boob we picked up in Verona, Italy).
I wouldn’t say that I *love* my job but I do *like* it and most mornings I don’t mind getting up to go there.
Coming home to a person I love or coming home to have the person I love come home later can also be ticked off…
Does this mean I’m a grown-up person now?
Well, my life is definitely good.
No, it’s awesome 🙂
Happy Monday, everyone!
PS This bench in Northwestern Tasmania would make a most fitting spot for contemplation once I’ve retired. What do you think?
I’ve never been to Tasmania but I think that today as always, people fall into two groups: slaves and free (wo)men. Whoever does not have two-thirds of his day for him-/herself, is a slave, whatever (s)he may be: a states(wo)man, a business(wo)man, an official, a scholar or a vegan blogger.