What do you want to be when you grow up?
I have gone through all the usual phases concerning future careers: when I was three I was determined to be an artist, by the time I turned seven I was dead set on being an author, at ten I was researching careers involving world travel, and throughout my teen years I was certain I wanted to be an actor. Now, at eighteen, I'm more sure than ever: I want to be a writer. I want to be paid to write a blog, contribute to a magazine or newspaper, maybe publish a book. I realised this for the first time while I was packing up my bedroom before starting university; I found myself with a whole Ikea storage crate containing only notebooks, all of which were full of short stories, articles, character descriptions, lists, diary entries... I knew this was what I wanted, and it was what I'd wanted all along. Very handy that I'm studying Creative Writing at university then, really.
What are you going to do with your life?
I have a three-page Bucket List consisting of items both simple and challenging, all waiting to be crossed off. The list grows at an alarming rate as I realise all kinds of new and crazy things I have yet to do. These things include: living in Australia for six months or more, getting a tattoo, meeting Joshua Radin, having a Vegas wedding, and being on Strictly Come Dancing. I plan on running away to Australia right after I finish university, and worrying about silly things such as getting a job later on. Ultimately, I'm sure I'll end up married with some adorable children and living in a house with a massive garden, because that's always seemed like a given. From a very young age I was taught that everyone grows up, gets married and has children. That's "normal". I am one of those annoying unoriginal idiots who jokes about growing old in a house full of cats, when really I quite like the idea of being married and having a family one day. After all my crazy adventures, of course.
Where do you see yourself in five years?In five years I will be twenty-three, nearly twenty-four... Nowhere near old enough to be settled and serious. I will want to be out of my little hometown by this point, definitely. I like to think I'll be travelling still; maybe working one year and travelling the next, maybe living in some big city spending my days exploring and chasing opportunities, and my nights meeting new people and going a bit mad.
The future is seeming less and less scary by the day. I mean, once you've moved away from home, and started looking after yourself, cooking your own food and deciding your own bedtime, the rest seems simple enough.
Stay tuned for when I will inevitably be proven wrong.
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