I don’t care about money.
I want to travel.
I want to own so little of possessions I can fit them into a backpack.
I want to meet new people in random situations.
I want to walk miles through fields.
I want to own a Polaroid camera.
I want to wear red lip stick and feel confident.
I never want to straighten my hair again.
I want an everyday adventure, to write in my journal, instead of my anger.
I want to go MIA.
I want to bum a cigarette from a total stranger who tells me about his day.
I want to go to the Eiffel tower.
I want people to find out from me in person that I went to the Eiffel tower instead of seeing it on my Facebook wall.
I want to shock people.
I want to see Australia’s beaches.
I want to get into a bar fight.
But I can’t. Because no one else wants these things. And I don’t want these things alone.
I don’t care about money. I just want adventures.
I don’t want a plan.
