You know what I really want to do?
Find a small, tiny little home. With one or two rooms. Not one or two bedrooms, one or two rooms. In the middle of nowhere. With or without electricity, as long as I have some source of light after dark. I want to cook using only my cast iron skillet, and maybe a teapot. I want to be in the middle of nowhere, with a dog. I want to read. And I want to learn how to write.
That's my dream.