I’ve done my life the wrong way round really. I have a child starting her A-levels this year. I am only 32.
When I grow up I don’t want to be wealthy. I don’t want to settle down. I don’t aspire to have a big house in the country, with a mortgage to match, or expensive holidays. I’m not looking to start a family either. I’ve done that bit.
When I grow up I want to be free. I want to shed responsibility, not gain it. When I grow up I want to be able to choose where I live and what I do. I want to get up and go to bed whenever I feel like it and if I fancy going somewhere for a while, I will just go.
I’ve always harboured a secret dream of living in a mobile library, travelling around, selling interesting books and visiting interesting places.
A friend saw this and took a picture for me. “I thought it’d be perfect for you,” he said. “It has ‘The Universe at Your Fingertips’ written down the side.”
I love it.
The Universe at Your Fingertips.
That’s what I want when I grow up.