I'll be 44 years old. It's kinda strange to imagine myself at 44, but the older I get, the faster time seems to move on.
God willing, I won't be in DC, I'll have finally hit the multi-million dollar jackpot, bought my room on The World and cruising my to retirement.
But that's not really probable, so unless I change to a career where I can live anywhere and we move, yeah, I'll still be in DC.
Relationship wise, who knows: I'll either be Mae West, Mrs Cleaver or some strange combo of the two.
One thing I will have done by that point is at least one of my stories. I've had this idea in my head for years and I'll finally have it completed, maybe even published.
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