I like lists.

Do you like lists? I do. There's something about their organized nature, clearly laid out and orderly. It soothes my neurotic nature.

I live and die by lists, unable to function without a step-by-step guide for my daily activities. I have lists at work. I have lists at home. On the fridge. On the table. In my purse. Some have been crumpled, indicating I have either completed those tasks or decided against them. Others are color-coded, depending on its purpose and my level of cheerfulness during its creation. Usually numbered in descending order by importance, they always have a title and/or date.

I also really like titles.

My penchant for lists has been a lifelong fondness, and account for the majority of my writing history. You name it, I've probably made a list about it. My recent lists have been focused around accomplishments of sorts; goals for the year, places to visit, tasks to restore some sense of order in my house, ladies to swoon...I kid. I don't have goals.

Today's list is a compilation of places I want to visit before I'm 30. Tick, tock motherfuckers.

Top 10 Places to Visit Before I'm 30
(In no particular order)

1. New Zealand
2. Berlin
3. San Francisco
4. New York
5. Amsterdam
6. Australia/Tasmania
7. Havana
8. French countryside
9. Italy or Spain...or both
10. Chicago

New Zealand is my number one at the moment; I have family in Auckland and I haven't seen them in years. I also enjoy the prospect of free accommodations and a more temperate climate.

So what do you think? Any glaring omissions I should be aware of?

***I just found this image on 9gag. I really like the last one.