I have made a plan. I like my plan. I know life will probably screw with my plan because that is what life does.
Everyone knows I want to teach in American Samoa for a year. I would leave in a year. In that year, I would like to find a job and work really hard to save money. I plan to finally actually take steps to get healthier. I want to get my stuff in order to be packed and stored for a year and I want to write as much as possible. What I do not plan for nor want is a relationship.
This isn’t some over emotional declaration of swearing of the male gender forever. I like men and some men I like a really lot. I plan on trying the whole dating thing again when I get back. I just don’t see the point in working to find a relationship when I am working to be gone on a year long adventure. As Spock (the new hot one, not Leonard Nimoy) would say, that is just not logical. Besides, I am a bit crazy right now and maybe that isn’t the best state to start a relationship.
So moving along, the plan after I get home from my fabulous year in Samoa is to come home and find some job in Oklahoma City or Norman. I know I should feel pickier about it but I am going to set my sights on anything that pays me enough to live and doesn’t make me hate my life. I want to get a really crappy apartment in a neighborhood in which I worry about getting shot whilst going out to my car. It will be my crappy apartment and I will have bookshelves for all of my crazy lady books and comfortable ugly furniture. It will have a great bathtub though. It might have a vermin issue but it would have the sexiest internet in the history of internet in shitty apartment.
In my crappy apartment with fantastic internet I probably won’t have a T.V. I will have awesome computers. I am going to have a gigantic monitor. I don’t need a T.V if I have a great computer, sexy internet, and a gigantic monitor. Also, a comfortable computer chair is a must. I want a desk with many cubbyholes and places to stash the evidence of my office supply obsession. I will have a crazy comfortable chair with a lamp beside it so I have a great reading spot. I am probably going to give in and buy some sort of e-reader. I love books, real paper books, but they take up so much room and it is far easier to get e-books. Also, I am going to have a guinea pig or chinchilla. I am going to name it something highly ridiculous and take pictures of it and post them on Facebook. I will blog about it like it is some sad child stand in.
I am going to find a cafe or bookstore to visit every week and sit there and drink coffee and write on my laptop like I am something awesome. Some days I might just sit there and drink over priced fancy coffee and play Zuma. I will find some sort of club or group to get involved with but not a writer’s group because some other writers drive me insane. I don’t want to ever be around someone who wears a vest and calls himself a “word smyth.” There would be tremendous amounts of mocking and maybe a little violence.
This is my dream. It is a small dream but I am pretty in love with it. Let us see how it plays out.