Realistically.

A few years ago I wrote about where I dreamed to be in ten years. Back then, feminism hadn't really entered the picture. By 28 I would be supposedly in Italy riding on the back of my tall-dark-and-handsome's moped. We would get married and adopt cute Vietnamese babies. Perfect. Nowadays, after tasting what adulthood is like, I have a different idea I would like to share. An update on my maturity, I guess.

Hopefully by 31 I am married. Or permanently settled. Either because the sanction of marriage isn't as huge as it used to be for me. I will own a pack of Italian Greyhounds. I will also own a house or condo. I will paint my doors yellow. My mister will be smart with a real salary, and I'll be in grad school for something artsy. I will make videos of dogs. Dancing with dogs. Dancing dogs.