Bucket list and rambles

I got to the office ten minutes late this morning. The metro’s fault, not mine, seeing as there was an issue at the end of my metro line. I normally allow eight minutes to get to the work given it takes about four on the metro and another few to walk-- depending on how fast I decide to walk/ if the weather's nice/ if I’ve had my morning coffee/ if it’s a Monday as opposed to a Friday. I know I should probably leave more time to get to the office, but it’s ok if I’m a smidge late given my main morning responsibility is to make the coffee.

Which, I promise, is always ready by the time my co-workers arrive.

The French intern tells me I make the best coffee. I think it’s just because I dump in my own measurement of caffeine into the coffee maker. Meaning, the coffee doesn’t taste like water and that we’re all awake until the end of the workday.

He had gotten to work early this morning-- pacing outside our building’s main gates, seeing as it’s a thousand times cooler outside than inside. And that I’m the one with the office key. Which fine, is the real reason he was outside.

But we put on the small fan, once I opened the door to our space. The artificial air blowing from the dwarf sized, rectangular gadget. It’s a tiny machine considering how hot the space is. But I admit it’s a one up from the otherwise no air that would continue not circulating.

I gave myself a side project today-- an in between during the mid- day period there’s a stall in TV programmes to archive on the website. Today, was the life bucket list (obviously a work in progress). Although I think it’s turned into more of a hopes and dreams list. I remember writing a list of names for my future children, at age seven or eight; I’ve always been a list person-- always been a look ahead to the future, hopeful dreams, wishful fantasies. Though, I am aware that it’s been these months abroad that have left me with the importance of the moment, rather than a constant longing for the future. Because eventually the future will come, and it too will become a moment, passing through-- just like the rest.

Still:

Bucket list of life/ the hopes and dreams of a 20- year- old naïve college student:

1.     Live in New York for some time. (Goal: Work for some large newspaper [The New York Times] or a hip magazine [The New York Times Magazine]. Pretend to be Carrie Bradshaw without the cigarettes.

2.     Travel. Always. Pretty flexible where I end up going, but a greater fan of somewhere where there's a toilet rather than hole in the ground.

3.     Write something huge. Cause some controversy, yet manage to hold my grounds when defending my thoughts.

4.     Publish a book. Could be cool if a book tour came as a part of the package. Subject/ genre of book: TBD.

5.     Go to India. Preferably to do some sort of community service project there.

6.     Live in London for a little. Have a second marriage ceremony (or the main marriage ceremony, will have to consult with future husband) in the same synagogue my grandparents and parents got married in.

7.     Rent/ buy an apartment in Paris. Preferably in the 6^th. As long as the zipcode begins with 750 (because that’s the first three numbers of all Parisian zipcodes).

8.     Side trip to Paris during the honeymoon.

9.     Interview a pop culture celebrity. Dig into who they were before stardom. (Note: Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta’s transformation into Lady Gaga.)

10.  Work for the Post. Become an international feature writer corespondent. If there’s such a thing. Create the job title, if there isn’t.

11.  Eventually get married. Eventually have kids. Too young to think about it just yet.

12.  Have massive Thanksgiving dinners en famille. Serve turkey and chicken. But only chicken on the bone, because those that want dry meat can just opt for the turkey.

13.  Have my writing discovered.

14.  Partake in "career day" at an elementary school. I loved listening as a child. Would love to present, as an adult.

15.  Have dinner in Le Jules Vernes. 

And that really is all I have for now.