I want to live in a little house with a big porch on the seashore.
I want to live in an apartment in New York City with a geranium on the fire escape.
I want crisp white sheets and gingham curtains.
I want gilded mirrors and french porcelain.
I want rack of lamb with frilly paper panties on the bones.
I want a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich with a side of potato chips.
I want to appear before sold-out crowds who laugh and applaud.
I want to go for weeks without seeing another human being.
I want to write poetry that makes people cry.
I want to play video games.
I want to raise organic veggies and have chickens in the yard.
I want pizza delivery.
I want it to be warm and sunny all year.
I want to be snowed-in for a week.
I want an executive position with board meetings and stock options.
I want to retire and putter around the house in my pajamas.
I want rock-and-roll that shakes the pictures off my walls.
I want a Vivaldi adagio playing softly in the next room.
I want to climb mountains and run the rapids.
I want to take the convertible to a bed-and-breakfast.
I want to run for office and change the world.
I want to never read a newspaper again.
I want to read People magazine.
I want to read War and Peace.
I want to visit Spain and Tahiti and the Grand Canyon.
I want to throw away my suitcases for good.
I want to wear designer clothes and emerald earrings.
I want to live in sweatshirts and raggedy jeans.
I want to wear miniskirts and bikinis and have blonde hair and be young forever.
I want to grow old gracefully, with delicate white hair and lovely laugh lines and eyes of wisdom.
Photo credit: Fechi Fajardo
Read more from Nancy at her blog, "Not Quite Old".