there is still that much that i wanna do, considering next year.
go to Paris or New York, get my permanent residence at last,
improve my (not)outstanding french up to the decent level.)
buy a house, apparently (even though i consider moving out
once more time a nice idea), get a wonderful Scottish cat.

max out my credit card on clothing and interior as much as i can. ?

going to Osaka every season,
eating as much yammies as my stomach endures,
getting better at my ballet training all along and all.

i would add romance up to all of this,
but long from before it is not a matter already.
might it be, i cheer, might it be not i wont whip.
just because something like this is not to be broken,
just because somewhere within i am deeply loyal,
and if it does, it is not actually worth worrying, right?

i would never let myself adjust to another uncertainty.
c`est la vie.
...
John Steinbeck, East of Eden is to go!