I’m going to pretend this isn’t a joke and let you know it’s real.
I’ll make you feel better about your mortality.
But first, I want to tell you something about myself.
I’m a writer.
I have a BA in English literature from Cambridge University.
I’ve written for magazines, websites and blogs about everything from the history of the Beatles to the death of Stephen Hawking.
I write for people from all walks of life, from young and old, and I write from a different point of view.
I love this job.
And I hate being a recluser.
I’d like to tell everyone I’ve had this job, but the truth is, I just don’t know what I want out of life.
I’ve been thinking about dying once, in 2015, while staying at the Villa del Rey in Mexico.
The villa is one of the oldest hotels in Mexico City, built by the Spanish conquistadors in the early 1600s.
Its original purpose was to be the first hotel to be built in the region, and it has survived by turning into a collection of rooms that are now used by people from the surrounding communities.
In its current state, it’s a huge empty space with no furnishings and no food.
The only thing on the menu is a couple of tortillas and a small salad, and the only guests I ever saw were guests from the local hospital.
But the rooms have a lot of life in them.
I stayed in one that was a little larger than the rest of the hotel and was quite cozy, with a small balcony overlooking the hotel courtyard.
I thought I was in heaven.
I loved the view, the sun shining through the windows and the smell of the fresh flowers on the balcony.
But when I looked out and saw the cityscape around me, I was terrified.
There was nothing here to be seen except the occasional car on the main street and a few houses with their roofs down.
I looked around for the nearest street sign, and saw no signs.
I could see nothing but the city.
And then I saw it.
The city was alive with people.
There were people here, living, working, playing, and celebrating.
And everyone was doing their own thing.
I felt so alive, I wanted to go out and get some food and drink and go on a few dates, but I couldn’t.
I was trapped.
It took me three months before I decided to write a blog.
I wanted a story that would make you think, “What am I going to do?
What am I even doing?”
And so I wrote about a little girl in Mexico who had just lost her mother to cancer, and about a guy who had fallen in love with a beautiful woman, and then about a young man in his 30s who was going through a divorce.
This blog has now been published in more than 30 languages, including in Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, France, Germany, Hungary, Israel, Italy, the Netherlands, Norway, Portugal, Romania, Russia, Spain, Sweden, Turkey, Ukraine, and United Kingdom.
Now, I have to say, I am not in the mood for an afterlife.
I still love Mexico.
I adore its people.
I am just trying to stay alive as best I can, for as long as I can.
If I were to go into a room at the hotel, I wouldn’t want to be there for very long.
If I went out, I’d want to take a walk around the city and see all the restaurants and bars.
I would also want to spend time with my family, my friends, and, yes, the people of Mexico City.
If the room was empty, I would feel terrible, but my heart would be beating so hard that I wouldn’st be able to walk for more than five minutes.
I want people to see me in that room and to know I’m here.
But, if I’m not in there, I’m never going to be in that hotel.
When I was a young writer, I used to read books in the hotel library.
I liked the idea of getting up and going out.
But then I thought, I could write in a hotel room.
I spent the first years of my career in hotels, and in the last few years, I’ve been writing for myself.
And the more I write, the more that’s changed.
My latest book, An American Woman’s Life, is a memoir about my experience working in hotels in the late 1960s and early 1970s.
It’s about my experiences as a young woman writing for the local newspaper and as a reporter for the New York Times.
I had this idea to make the book a memoir, and that’s exactly what it is.
I hope that the book will resonate with people and that it will