When I’m in bed and can’t sleep, I tend to imagine what I think would be my perfect life.
I must say, it has changed so much since the start of the year.
In February, I wanted to study Anthropology, earn a PhD, and become a successful academic. I wanted a solitary life- possibly with a trusty feline companion (depending on my work situation).
Now, all I want is a job that will allow me to be financially stable. I don’t care what the job is, it just needs to pay the bills. I want to start some kind of a family- to live happily with a partner and child(ren) in a little house in the suburbs.
I don’t even want to be an archaeologist. I just want to be happy.