I’ll have a quiet music career. Nothing mainstream, nothing that gets attention and overly thrown out into the public media, because I’m not interested in that sort of thing. I’ll end up being a soft-spoken, acoustic musician who sings about life in the 60’s and how much easier things were back in time. It’ll be the sort of music that people listen to in the background when they’re quietly reading novels, or working on an art piece. Something calm that triggers emotions. Hopefully, anyway. In ten years.. I think I’ll still be in Lima.

Sophie (little sister) would be sixteen, and I’ll be twenty eight, not living with the parents, maybe in a medium sized apartment, but still checking up on Sophie and listening when she’s having problems at school, or with other people around her. I’ll be keeping up the protective big brother relationship I have now. I think my relationship with my parents will still be good, and I’ll come back every few weeks for a catch up with them. 

I like to think that I’ll still be with Pippa in ten years. In twenty, for a long, long time. We’d be going back and forth to London every year for a week or two, I’ll get to visit her family there, recognise them as my own family now. We’ll have a music room where we keep my stack of guitars, a grand piano, drum kit and anything else you can think of. We’ll have a bookshelf full of the old novels that Pippa loves. Another shelf for all her music and mine. 

We might even be married.

I like the idea of that. Pippa Graeme. 

Most importantly, in ten years, I think I’ll be happy.