an open space

dream one
I have such a sweet tooth.

I love to travel and eat desert, and daydream about opening up an international desert cafe with black asian teas, ethiopian espresso, paleta de mango (with chili), soursop, and european pastries.

I'd doodle in my journal the way I'd design the menu board, and hire Phil Gray as my baker (because he only works part time in the lab)! :)

I'd name it: Sreywin's, pronounced: Seiy-vin's, after my sweet, bright girl in Cambodia.

dream two
I'd start my own version of Egger's Might Magazine, or 826 Valencia. That's bad A, right Alane? This makes my heart dance.

dream three
Chelsea Patten, from what I've heard, has the most amazing job in Tanzania next quarter titled: Story Teller. Correct me if I'm wrong, but from what I understand, she travels Africa and takes photos, builds relationships, and writes stories for the rest of us to be inspired or angered enough to help. Sounds to me like a worthwhile challenge, and the perfect job for a Mass Comm major interested in journalism and humanitarian work.

dream four
Sometimes I find myself filled with jittery misgivings, feeling as though going out and seeing things would answer or settle these questions of discontent. The contrary has only proved to be the case, yet the mystery of searching is only growing, stretching, amplifying. The less my life seems to fall into the path I always assumed (out of naivety), the more I itch to fill my far-off dreams of wanderlust, in which my family always shrugged off as just a phase. I might just WWOOF in South America, live with Ann again in Phnom Penh, and be that crazy Aunt Trina, who lives in Myanmar with the monkeys, and brings you durian and a fake rolex for Christmas.