I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do want to live in a house filled with books and travel souvenirs. I haven't decided where I want to settle yet, but it's a big possibility that it will be New York. Or Italy. Or maybe my hometown. The walls that aren't covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house, I will be going to a job I love and I'll return to a person I love. That's the dream I'm working on.

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