Wooow, I scored my dream job of writing for $, enough to cover my rent, and I get to literally write about whatever the heck I want while I finish my real estate schooling then I can be certified to open the best quaint venue ever with James Turrel-esque lighting, strategic, well-designed seating+ stage placement, projection film screenings and a combo of Greek, Lebanese and Slovenian meze dining with floral flavoured herbal/adaptogenic nut cream pastries all made with stevia and honey only. Someday my friends.

I literally scored my dream job by going up to a stranger and hugging them. Creepy? Of course. Moral of the story: love, no matter what. You never know who might be the most relevant billionaire stranger with infinite belief in your potential. Life is great.