To be honest, I don't have the same dreams that I had just a few months back.
I want a big house, a comfortable house, a place with lush green grass and a big, big greenhouse with lots of vegetables. I want to live away from the world, in my little sanctuary. I want luxury, but a homey, kind of luxury, the quiet luxury of simplicity. I want a study that has a nice view from the window, with a fast computer so I can write all day. I'll publish books and when I go into town people will recognise me and ask for autographs, but I don't think I want to be too famous so that I get stalkers or anything. I want to go ice skating every day, although I'm not sure where.
It's amazing how what you once lived and breathed for can suddenly become so unappealing. I still want the same things but I guess my priorities have changed, and how I want them has changed.