Lately I have been thinking about how I saw my life when I was younger. I remember when I was 17 years old and I told myself that when I am older I would be independent and free. I would see myself in an apartment that would be very homey and full of color. I remember imagining my apartment to be full of life. This image in my mind vibrant and a bit blurry. Nonetheless it was certain and that is all that mattered.
A couple of weeks ago this thought invading me and I could not wonder but to ask myself, "where is this home I craved to create?" This question led to having to ask myself, "Am I free or independent?" I began to analyze my life now and my aspirations when I was younger. The statement of when I grow up I am going to be BLANK was all that I could think of. When I was 17 all I wanted to do was change the world to a better place and wanted to do this by doing everything. I wanted to be a teacher, a doctor, a nurse, a senator, and many things more. The more I thought about these dreams I began to lose myself in dreams that I never pursued. I sit in my living room in my apartment and look around and I see clearly that when I grow up was no longer a thing of the past. I was independent and free. Although, I did not become a doctor or senator I still dictating my own path. I was where I wanted to be. I always had a choice and those choices brought me to a place that my 17 year old self always wanted.
So for a second, I realized that when I grow up was already here.
