My Personal Bucket List

A couple of days ago, I wrote about my dying friend's Bucket List. And I said I might make my own. It wasn't an idle threat. I actually decided to do this. Now I fear that a lot of at least most of my dreams, are probably impossible unless a rich friend or sponsor steps forward to make my dreams come true. Because let's face it, I'm broke as a joke right now. And will be for the foreseeable future, until and unless I can find another job, or a second job, or some rich relative I don't even know, dies and leaves me a fortune. And at this moment of time, none of these options seem viable. So these are my dreams, if you will. And if you're rich and reading this and wanna help a bitch out, feel free to step forward and offer your services. You won't be turned down! But since I think the majority of my friends are not wealthy (and those who are I don't think read this) I'll just assume these are idle dreams. But hey, this is what I want to do/experience before I die.

• I want to visit the Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Florida, along with Disney and Epcot and all the other attractions in the Orlando area. But mostly I NEED to see Harry Potter World. I MUST!
• I want to visit England and Australia and Ireland. I must see Buckingham Palace, hold a koala bear, and kiss the Blarney Stone.
• I want to camp on the beach with a bunch of friends and stay up half the night drinking and talking and roasting marshmallows, while listening to the waves crash on the shore
• I want to visit New York and see Times Square and the Statue of Liberty and ride on a real scary subway, with gross people and normal people and just be a New Yorker for a time.
• I want to take a cruise to the Caribbean. I want a nice stateroom, dress up fancy for dinner, eat and drink until I burst, and visit the beautiful islands and deep blue waters.
• I want to be a groupie for a night and make out with a long haired musician of some sort. Doesn't have to be famous, just has to sing or play guitar well, and have long hair. I want to live out my teenage fantasy of being a groupie. No strings attached.
• I want to meet JK Rowling, Joss Whedon, and Chris Carter. My favorite writers of all time.
• I want to publish an original story and actually sell some copies. I don't need to be famous, but I want to be successful. I want to make money with a story I wrote.
• I want to fall in love again, for real, but this time with a person who has nothing holding them back. I want passion and desire and love and affection and laughter and to feel like I've met a true soul mate.
• I want to buy a boat and spend every free summer day on the water.
• I want to eat at a fancy restaurant where I don't even know what I'm ordering, but it looks like a work of art. And I want to drink wine that costs more than $5 a bottle.
• I want to kiss someone in the pouring rain, and not even care because we're so wrapped up in each other, who cares if we're cold or soaked?
• I want a 1970 Chevelle and I will drive it fast and furious and no boys allowed.
• I want to live in an actual house, and not a duplex or apartment. I want a three car garage, a lawn, a backyard, and more than one bathroom. Doesn't need to be a mansion, but it needs to be mine. 
• I want to go to Hawaii and sprinkle the black sand ocean beach with my father's ashes. They've been sitting in my closet for years, because I know he'd want to be in Hawaii at the black sand beach. So I want that opportunity, so he will finally be free to move on where he loved it the most. 
• I want to take my mother on a vacation, anywhere she wants to go. She gave me many vacations in my life, and I want to take her somewhere. Just the two of us. No one else allowed. 
• I want to skinny dip somewhere. The lake, the ocean, a pool, doesn't matter. I want to shed my clothes and dive into water and just swim and swim.
• I want to do something unwise and illegal and dangerous, but I want to do mushrooms or LSD just so I can see what the hell that'd be like. I'm insanely curious.
• And lastly, I want to know what it feels like to be valued as a person, loved for who I am, and to share my last days on earth with the person who makes me feel that way. Whether it's a month from now, a year from now, ten years from now, and so on. I don't want to die alone. I want to be loved. And then I guess the rest of the list matters a lot less, because that's the one thing I want the most. To not die alone.