This one’s tough because, well, I hate plans. I like life to happen- that’s not to say I sit back and let the universe take control, but every thing that has happened to lead me where I am today has been decided rather spontaneously. In 10 years, 20 years, 50 years… I want to be happy, healthy, well traveled, in love, and having fun.
In 10 years, I doubt we will be living in New York still. Where we’ll be, who knows, but I will be happy with Prague or London or San Francisco again. In 10 years I hope the intercountry adoption laws will have changed so that we can adopt a child from Romania. My daughter will be 20, which is a terrifying thought, but hopefully she will be having her own incredible adventures. Career? I’m not concerned- but I’d like to have my masters in ethno/biomusicology or music therapy. Marriage- also not concerned. As long as I’m with Ky, ring or not, it will be a very happy life.