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Futurefic!
I've never really been one to map out my future at all. I leave things open, so there are no plans to fall by the wayside. However, lately, with all the weddings and babies (I have a new cousin as of yesterday) and funerals and graduations and birthdays this year, I have been unable to resist.
Thus, where I hope to be in twenty years:
I will be living in a tiny, ramshackle house in a poor neighborhood, which I am renting to own, raising two children by myself: My daughter Zorah will be dark, plump, and given to sulking; Floyd will be gangling, angry, and self-consciously counterculture. We will be friends with far too many cats, most of whom are half-feral, and all of whom are scruffy; despite desultory efforts every spring, the yard will be perpetually overgrown, and given to eating and regurgitating mysterious bits of rusty junk. I will be working through a succession of low-paying short-lived jobs, from waitressing to throwing pots, while steadily wallpapering the closet I use for an office with rejection slips. In order to keep from having to dip into our meagre savings, at least one month a year we will usually be without power or telephone, but we'll scrape together enough to keep the cable internet. We won't have a car, making do with bikes and the bus, but every summer we'll borrow my sister's tiny twenty-year-old Hyundai and go on a road trip to visit distant relatives. It will be ungodly hot, all the roadside attractions will be closed, and the children will whine incessantly. My social circle will consist of my pitying sister's large family; the next-door neighbor, a grandmother raising her grandkids whlile their parents are in prison; an online circle of similarly unsuccessful writers; and the women from the local church, which I attend because it is expected.
My entire attic will be filled with books, and I will be very happy.
Thus, where I hope to be in twenty years:
I will be living in a tiny, ramshackle house in a poor neighborhood, which I am renting to own, raising two children by myself: My daughter Zorah will be dark, plump, and given to sulking; Floyd will be gangling, angry, and self-consciously counterculture. We will be friends with far too many cats, most of whom are half-feral, and all of whom are scruffy; despite desultory efforts every spring, the yard will be perpetually overgrown, and given to eating and regurgitating mysterious bits of rusty junk. I will be working through a succession of low-paying short-lived jobs, from waitressing to throwing pots, while steadily wallpapering the closet I use for an office with rejection slips. In order to keep from having to dip into our meagre savings, at least one month a year we will usually be without power or telephone, but we'll scrape together enough to keep the cable internet. We won't have a car, making do with bikes and the bus, but every summer we'll borrow my sister's tiny twenty-year-old Hyundai and go on a road trip to visit distant relatives. It will be ungodly hot, all the roadside attractions will be closed, and the children will whine incessantly. My social circle will consist of my pitying sister's large family; the next-door neighbor, a grandmother raising her grandkids whlile their parents are in prison; an online circle of similarly unsuccessful writers; and the women from the local church, which I attend because it is expected.
My entire attic will be filled with books, and I will be very happy.
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(Anonymous) 2003-07-11 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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Btw, let me know when you are a waitress, might be fun to watch 8)
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You will just gradually drift away as we all move on in life.
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And I was wondering if you'd 'find' them on the street similar to the cats
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(Anonymous) 2003-07-13 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)--C
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(Anonymous) 2003-07-14 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)--C