I find it funny that people expect me to answer seriously when given this question. Sure, I will probably end up being an editor or publisher in a large office building in a city, but my dream job?
My dream job would be to own a second hand bookstore that doubles up as a cafe, located on the side of a cobblestone street, with vines growing along the sides of the building. People would go there to enjoy a hot chocolate or a cup of tea, whilst browsing through the vast selection of books that were once loved by others, in the comfort of the sofas and armchairs and bean bags that you could lie in all day, surrounded by the steamy windows that kept out the cold, and protected the laughter and smiles between friends inside. I would have an old dog that lay on the wooden floors, beating its tail against the surface each time a new customer wandered in, just to drop his head back down again with a small, tired smile. I would see different people pass through every day. Some would visit again, perhaps they would bring a friend this time or a potential lover to share the experience with. Some would only stop by once, and perhaps in a few years time they would think back and smile at the warmth and comfort that was felt in my bookshop cafe.
Alternatively, it would be to own a small cottage surrounded by a wildflower valley with roses growing along the exterior walls of my home. In my front garden, I would grow all sorts of berries that I would give out to the children of my village, who liked to whisper about the mysterious young witch who lived alone and was always offering wise words and fruit to them on their walks in the valleys.
What is your dream job?
