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Ich bin kein Hausfrau!

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"Ich bin kein Hausfrau!!" I used to tell Pedro. He would grin a wicked grin and then tell me how I would be cooking for my two kids, hoovering... and then he would add that even if I tried to be a housewife, I'd be a lousy one.

Since then, I have learned to cook decent meals, I can actually operate a washing machine and (with very little confidence) a drying machine. My room remains a mess, I do not polish my nails, and the only times I generally wear make up are to special occasions like weddings and funerals. (I have been to far more funerals than weddings.)

But no, I am no housewife. I might someday be one... if I hit my head and get amnesia and forget who I am and what I like. And even then, I would make a rotten one.

I am in no rush to get married. I am in even less a rush to have children. I am not interested in pursuing a profitable career as a lawyer or a world-changing one as some quantum physicist. I want to make a living doing what I love doing - writing and creating (for lack of a better word) art. There has to be some way to actually get a job doing what you like to do. While some people want to be famous pop stars or world leaders, I have a goal that sometimes seems even more impossible. But it's not. I mean, there has to be someone out there doing what they've always dreamed of doing, loving it, and making an actual living from it.

Now, I don't want to sit in a hole and create art merely for the sake of it. I want to do it for myself. I want to do it because it makes the voices all a little quieter for a while. And hell, I would definitely enjoy getting payed for provoking a few thoughts or creating an atmosphere or making someone smile. And to do this, I suppose it would be easier if I make a name for myself.

Not a brand, not a logo, but it would be nice if some fourty people in the world could rub their chins, tilt their heads, and then say, "Yes. That's definitely an Ann-Mi. Note the small dot of a nose." or "See how masterfully she has created that shadow over there. A lesser person would think she just lost her temper and scritch-scratched it in as fast as she could."

It would be even nicer if I could create these so-called masterpieces from home. Screw the dingy office with cubicles where you can't even have the privacy to scratch your balls. (Not that I have any.) Forget that 'luxurious' executive suite that demands you do strange ass-kissing tasks for the boss and stay on the right side of his daughter. I don't want to go golfing with you just to keep up appearances. And I am not above showing up in granny's old crappy Ford Escort if my fancy car has broken down. (No offense.)

No, ich bin kein Hausfrau. Aber ich bin not a ball-gnawing successful Businessfrau either. I would be happy being at home, not doing all the house chores, having no kids, and spattering paint all over the place while my rich partner (or non-rich is fine too. Maybe I'll actually make money, who knows) has a job that doesn't require he brings work home with him seven days a week. We could go traveling every now and then. We'll never own a maybach, but who gives a flying fuck at a donut?

Of course, none of this is ever going to happen. I am one step closer to realizing Plan B: Living in a house in the middle of nowhere in a forest with 22 cats. You see, I have found the house of my dreams - it's a barn. Now I just need to get 21 more cats, and maybe a dog to protect them from that weird mårdhund (raccoon dog?) that lives in the hole next to my back entrance. Well, and some electricity, plumbing, and a phone line would be nice too. I do need my internet.

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