I want to spend the next five years of my life wandering from one country to the next, one continent to the next, one odd job to the next. Let's start with Japan where I'll teach English to rich, arrogant kids; and maybe I'll hop over to Vietnam and work with the blind. I'll be a cigarette vendor in Germany and become nocturnal so that you will always know me as the little Asian girl outside Club Guten Tag. During all this time, I will live off ramen but learn to create incredibly amazing meals with them. I suppose at this point, it's off to a Scandinavian country where I'll work for a contraceptive company because the Swedes are apparently so much more open about youth sexuality. I'll open up a ramen hut while at it. "Delicacies of the Far East" is what we'll scribble on the menu and we'll play Japanese pop songs that I've amassed from my year there. Portugal, next? So I can practice my one college year worth of Portuguese. Six months there, then off to Mozambique to be an interpreter.
Sweet endeavors indeed. Even wild. And just a tad optimistic and over the top. Better yet, won't you come live with me in some town we'll learn to curse and we will smoke cigarettes on our fire escape/balcony while making fun of day time television? The secured life has always frightened me and my temporary roots.
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