This was my plan.
Now in my late twenties, it is a distant dream. I like my job. I've already fallen in love. And round-trip plane tickets are now bought for vacation. Do I wish I could go back, be irresponsible, and fulfill these dreams? Sometimes. Adult life isn’t exactly living up to my expectations. I thought I’d cross certain milestones by this point, achieve more, and become content with my surroundings. But who am I kidding, that’s not me.
I was never much of a planner, but always a dreamer.
