My mom (whom I’m done with, but who serves as a good punching bag for me, much like I had for her and my family for almost 50 years — and I mean that figuratively and literally) has a bucket list of visiting all 50 states. She and my sister think I want to go see a baseball game in St. Louis or take a cruise for a family reunion.
For me, that’s all meh.
My bucket list is different: I want to swim with sharks and vacation on the moon.
I’d also like to go back to Latvia and to finally see Russia. Of course, I would love to live my last days back home somewhere in Africa.