I borrowed this idea from two fellow bloggers--just a bit different question:
What's your idea of the perfect life?
For me--tough cal, but most definitely, it would be living somewhere where I'd never have to worry about losing my home again. Ideally, somewhere in the country, or in a small town somewhere, but...anywhere where I'd be finally able to lose the nightmare specter of homelessness, that'd be paradise, I reckon. The perfect life--have to have a pet (or two, or three) of course, and a job where, I'm not only actually wanted--but can use a bit of creativity, or, at the very least, be actually able to help, to be useful--really useful--to a person or people. I'd love to feel needed again. That would be nice. I'd like to have a set of wheels again--even if it's an old beat up pick up truck--so I can get around and see the sights. I'd like to have enough money to do a hobby-or two, buy a book or music or clothes once in a while, or see a movie or dine out, and maybe even enough visit other places, sometimes. I'd like to be able to visit my friends--or have them visit me, and be able to treat my nephew (that I only seem to ever see at funerals, nowadays) to a weekend of fun, someday. Of course, in the perfect life, I can always pay my bills and can buy any groceries I want.
But...that's all nonsense. I'm just being daft. It's good to be daft sometimes, ain't it tho'?
