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Random event number One, thank to Ben:


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Random event number Two:

So I read 'Lita's journal. She really got me thinking about what I want from life. I want to travel the world. I hate staying in one place. Eventually, I will want to settle down in a large house with wood everywhere and overstuffed furniture... something out of a Toreador fantasy. But while I can still run around parking lots like a special needs child, I want to expend that energy teaching and learning. I want to move every two to four years again. I want that bittersweet pain of learning to love those around me and having to leave with the knowledge that the next place I lay my head I will learn to love just as much. I want to be in Europe again.
I want to actually speak French to the French. I want to relearn my smattering of German. I want to wander the streets of a city that has no concept of personal space with customs that dictate you greet the owner and the patrons when you enter a store. Yes, I hate being touched by strangers but strangely, I miss it. I miss the narrow streets. I miss the smell of water evaporating off of rose bushes after a rain storm that leaves the air so clean and cool you feel like you woke up from the best sleep ever. I miss being able to walk everywhere. I miss not having to hear about the damned Atkins diet because everything is deep fat fried anyway. I miss watching British satellite and 6 month old American television.
I enjoy the benefits of being an American citizen but I am not an American at heart. I am very European in my attitudes and opinions. I think it's because of the Evian I used to drink as a child. I miss the openess of nudity. The whole Janet Jackson thing would not have launched an FCC probe. It would have been commented on and life would have continued. I miss the history. I miss the beauty. I miss the age. Europe has a feel to it that America doesn't have. It's not superior, just different. America has places that take my breath away. I loved Yellowstone. I loved the Badlands. I loved the mountains of Colorado and Pennsylvania. But, America doesn't have Europe's age patina. I don't mean the pollution or anything like that, I just mean.... oh hell... it's HISTORY. I can't describe it any better than that.
I want to have two children. I want a boy and a girl. I want them to have my joie de vivre, my innocence and my love of laughter. I want him to be the epitome of the intelligent gentleman when he grows up. I want her to be nothing like anyone expects. My children will be polite when they have to be but they won't put up with melodrama. They will know how to behave at both a barbeque and a formal sit-down dinner. I want them to devour books and love the process of learning. I want them to know what "love" means in ALL of it's forms. When they see mom and dad sharing a kiss in the morning and mom is wearing one of dad's shirts and dad is only wearing faded blue jeans, they are going to smile and hand mom a bathrobe. I want them to be Renaissance people. She will know how to fix her own car, make a necklace for a formal event and solve any algebra equation. He will be able to wire his room for internet, cook an elegant dinner and speak intelligently on elementary quantum physics... or something equally esoteric.
Those are my dreams. That is what keeps me going. I don't ask for much, just someone to share that with and I think I've found someone.