What do I want?

I want to grow in God. I want to return to a time that was less busy, like second grade. I want to watch the same movies that I did when I was kid, like Milo and Otis and The Chipmunk Adventure and all the other movies that make me smile when I watch them today. I want to play in my Grandma's backyard again and swing off the pole and jump of the steps and have it seem as big today as it did back then. I want to sit on the couch curled up in a blanket and fall asleep while watching old black and white movies. I want to live in one of those old movies where everyone dresses nicely to go to the department store, and the guys all wear boutonnieres and fedoras and long overcoats, and the women wear hats and suits high heels with the nylons with the seam. I want to live in a musical with big flashy costumes and the most precisely choreographed numbers and everything turns out well in the end, and the reprise lets you know that all will end happily ever after. I want to sit down and read old books with yellowed pages that you have to take care not to rip when you flip the page. I want to finish Mrs. Vawter's suggested reading of 300 classic books. I want to drink tea while delving into the pages of George Eliot or Nathaniel Hawthorne or Shakespeare or Charlotte or Emily Bronte. I want to sit down and read the dictionary and amass a vocabulary equivalent to that of a grad school level philosophy textbook. I want to learn to play the bassoon. I want to learn to play jazz and blues style piano. I want to play Haydn's Cello Concerto in C followed closely by Lalo's Concerto in D minor at a big concert hall, maybe in New York, maybe in Denver, but somewhere. I want to live alone. I want to learn to cook well, I want to take cooking classes. I want to travel the world, go to Italy, Spain, Venezuela, Peru, Australia, and Greece, among a few other places. I want to sit with my dogs after taking them for a walk and just pet them until they are so comfortable they fall asleep on my lap and then I'll fall asleep soon after. I want to go hiking along a mountain stream and sit on a big rock and just listen to the water and the leaves and whatever other sounds nature will sing. I want to go back home. I want to sit at coffee on the lowell and people watch. I want to sit on a bench outside the Denver Public Library and people watch. I want to meet new people and listen to the life story of some stranger. I want to have a story to offer someone. That's all I want right now...is that too much?