Three of those million?
1. I want to start a volunteer organization that goes and visits people in nursing homes. So many people in nursing homes have no one to visit them, if they do, they don't visit often. I should probably start visiting them myself before I start the organization. However, I'm not good at doing things half assed. if I have an idea, its all or nothing. Awful I know. But I have to figure out how to make it happen.
2. I've been thinking about Paris. I miss Paris, I miss it so much, I told my friend Talar that I would give my left pinkie to be in Paris. Talar lives in Paris. She moved there when she got married to her handsome French-Armenian Hubby (they're a gorgeous couple... its ridiculous). Anyway, I want to move to France, Live and work in Paris. Is that so much to ask for? However this clashed with my other (newer) Goal.
3. I want to buy a house. Not just any house. I want to buy a house that is falling apart (but livable) and I want to fix it up myself. I want to make it into the house I would love to live in. I'm sure I could find a house that is in foreclosure that not in the best condition that is uber affordable and fix t up to be amazing. I'm not a fixer upper kinda gal, but I've always wanted to be. I want to know know everything about everything.
I want to know how to fix a car. I don't want to be a mechanic because I'm too vain and I couldn't handle my hands being gross and black. however, I do want to be able to change my oil, know how to find out whats wrong with my car, fix basic things and know when a mechanic is BSing me.
So there are my current Goals. I was talking to the brother about them last night (well number 2 and 3, not 1) and he said I could always buy the house, then if I decide to move to France, rent it out. Of course I'd make him be the landlord while I was gone. He asked me what's stopping me. I reminded him that I'm conservative and picking up and moving to Paris, even for one year like he suggested, is a huge thing. Just because I want to do something, doesn't mean I will.
How sad is that? I have a dream but I know I won't pursue it?! That makes me sad, depressed even. Ok, not depressed, but sad.