My bucket list

 

They say that you have to do three things to pass this world happily when you have to leave:

- plant a tree;
- have a child;
- write a book.

I don’t know if it’s all the above or just one thing you choose from the list, but I’m happy to say that I have completed two of these missions so far. I definitely hope that one day I will get the chance to plant a bigger tree (and watch it grow) or write a more delicate book (and reach out to a lot of people with it), but that’s something for a start, too. And, on top of that, if I won’t die alone and have vulptures finding my corpse I even have a slight chance to start a family (each child is perfection itself, troubles start later when they grow up, but with the “new, improved Eszter-genes” this problem is out of question, as Wolfgang put it a few weeks ago).

Anyway, Szonja’s blog inspired me to make a Bucket List as well – things I want to do before I kick the bucket. Realistic things I mean – well, at least most of them…  Here is the public version of the list:

- be in an affectionate love relationship (marriage, if we really have to get married – see how openminded I am getting as I’m growing old??) with a guy that owns a caravan and is a gifted voyager. :) Okay, it does not have to be his, we can borrow it or something, main thing is that he should be willing to do a big trip with me (and possibly with our children). Just imagine how fucking cool that would be! Travelling all over the world, seeing cool places, sleeping in the caravan or in a tent at night and doing awesome campfires in the evening and all!!! Of course he would know how to do these things and would be very courageous and savvy (and able to cook for us, I would do the dishes)

- sleeping on the seashore with my loved one (if any, ever, lol) in the sand, in each others’ arms naturally (where else), and then when we wake up we would both scribble something very clever – because obviously he would be a bloody talented Nobel-Prize winning writer and by then, of course, I would also learn to write in some mysterious way

- meet all my old (and not so old) friends within the compass of an incredible event, and of course (guess what) I would look pretty and my hair would be either glamourously straight or capriciously curly and not like it is all the time atm (sort of in between)

- I know that victory-not-vengeance and stuff, but I would definitely love to meet all the people who keep thinking I’m not worth a penny or am simply mediocre (though most people simply think I’m dead weird) … and I’d love to see them after I had proved I have secret gifts and an inquisitive mind. I would smile and be very kind and friendly with them.

- put 250.000 HUF on my dad’s account every month (because my net. would be over 500.000) and forbid him to work, and send him and Anci to a wellness center every month.

It’s okay if I die afterwards then.