A daydream.

If I was free to do anything I wanted, I'd move either to Canada or to Portland, go to college at an inexpensive school where they don't make you live in a stupid dorm, and then get a job working in a library while I write in my free time. And if that had to involve becoming an indentured servant to a student loan company, then so be it. The debt is a small price to pay (actually, the loan would be pretty small, too) to finally be in a position to do something besides washing dishes and daydreaming! And to not be so lonely. . . priceless.