Ten years seems to be so very far way. It's a strain to try and imagine who, and where I'm going to be then. But, I do have hopes and dreams for the years to come.
In ten years, I want to be searching for a life of my own, somewhere far far away. The last thing I want to do is stay here. I want to be able to travel across Europe. And although it may be my biggest dreams, it's also the least likely of my possibilities. But even with the odds against me, it's something I hope happens.
If I'm not able to travel, I want to try the city on for size. I've always felt out of place here, living in a small town. I think my heart belongs to the city, and I hope in ten years, I'll be able to figure out if I'm right or not.
I have big dreams for my future. I also have big plans. But it's not about where I'm going to be in ten years... it's the person I'm going to become between now and then.
