Do you know what I want?
I want a bookshelf in my room. I want Moroccan-looking bed curtains, red and gold ones. I want to call someone a pedant. I want a row of brown bottles of essential oils with hand-lettered labels marching across my desk. I want a hug via Alejandro Express. I want to learn yoga. I want to have an herb garden. I want all my friends to have sites that I can get addicted to. I want a laptop. I want pre-distressed clothing. I want terribly swanky, flat-ironed hair. I want to be complex. I want to be mysterious... like a girl in a russet sari... I think Jory said something about a girl in a russet sari once. I want to know if I came up with that, or if he did.
But most of all... I want Alex to come home.