I don’t want a big mansion overlooking the city with a super model boyfriend & tons of money. I don’t want trips to Paris and expensive meals with “important people” And I don’t want a cheufur to drive me to parties I’ve planned weeks before in my schedule, to wear a revealing dress and converse of the scandals with other people of my financial and stuck-up status. I want a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a man who truly loves me. I want to escape my country and travel into the unknown lands with the locals who will teach me of their culture and take me to the hidden paradises of this world. I want to dance around a campfire at four a.m with a head dress on howling freedom and youth and energy from my soul underneath the aurora borealis in the starry night sky.