It's quite a plan, oder?

Dear future hubster,

I'm not sure why the Universe keep throwing people in my way who don't know what they want, but it really isn't funny.

Maybe the Universe is trying to make a point, hinting that my figuring out what I want has been long overdue.

In that case, dear Universe, here it is:

If money didn't matter, I would love to run a cultural centre that would provide comfort food for body and soul. We would have movie clubs, book clubs, listen-to-music clubs, organize cultural trips to Paris, London, Barcelona, Prague, and Werchter. We could even group them around a theme, and go on a classic Kafka-tour in Prague, and a Hemingway-spree in Spain. The brave ones could set out for a safari in Kenya, tracing the steps of Denys Finch Hatton. Food would always plenty, and on occasions healthy. We would later include a pool and a gym, because a good workout can bring along a good mood. 

And no, it is in no way against my initial dream job of a drunk writer in Spain. Our creative writing workshop would always have to be supplied with good wine.

Should you be interested, dear future hubster, please note that applications are accepted continuously.