i don’t have big dreams. really. i just want a little house to call my own. or an apartment. black people like me don’t live in apartments, but we can learn to. it’s too close for the outdoors, but a woman told me you have to find time. go for walks out bush when you can. it makes things easier. be able to ring my mother once a week. one day hold a book in my hands with my name on it. thats the big one. maybe just a little booklet. maybe host a dinner party once every month or so. i’d like to travel - nomadic spirits, but you know. i could just stay in one place. i have wilder dreams, crazy dreams. but i’ve resigned myself to a quiet life. i’d like to be a little crazy, still feel the yolngu in me shake, the girl who would be a party girl if she could. but she’s okay. i’m okay. i’ll learn my place.