I’ve decided that I am learning Italian so one day when I visit Italia I will meet a handsome man who speaks to me in Italian, who also loves cats, and is an amazing cook. It will happen like this. I will be walking along the cobble stone roads do something incredibly clumsy while trying to pet a stray cat. He then comes to check if I’m alright. Fast forward to the part where we have a hot romance. Get married. Live in an apartment above a bakery/coffee shop, and we feed the stray cats off of our balcony. I will write my books, and screenplays and send them in to my office. We have two houses. Main one in California and the get away house in Italy. This can be my life. I am good with that.