Today, I had tea with a friend. We talked about books, about dreams, about how depressing adults around us are because instead of chasing their whole save-the-world dream, they’re stuck banking because “it puts food on the table". It’s depressing to center your life around money. I wish I could farm for a living. Have strawberry fields at the back of my house. I want to have plenty of children and have them run around the house. I want to read to them because I believe having stories read to you is the best feeling in the world. I want to raise them appreciating the night sky. I don’t want them to worry about making enough money all the time. At the end of the afternoon my friend and I decided we’d buy a plot of land some day, build our own farms, and raise our little families there. But before we left the café, “remember to send in your resume today,” she said. Sigh. Send in my resume, I shall.