I'll never forget one of my very first summers spent at my childhood home upstate in the scenic Hudson Valley. Living innocently, using vines from a tree as a rope swing, running though 12 acres of grass, catching frogs with my hands in the creek, and hours of manhunt with my brother and cousins.
One summer day my mom and I walked along the edge of the creek that ran through our back yard. I remember her asking my 7year old self what kind of boy I would want to call my boyfriend some day. Back then it was easy. I simply replied "Taller than me, can run fast, wants to play outside a lot, and hates math too." My mother chuckled and thought my expectations were appropriate for someone of my age.
By the time I was a senior in high school I had my whole life planned out. I would go to college to be a neonatal nurse, I would be engaged to my college sweetheart by the time I turned 23 and be married with 4 kids before I turned 30. Oh how my 18yr old self would be so disappointed in me now.
Here I am, 23yrs old and my boyfriends are Mr. Jose Cuervo and Mr. Pizza. I'm living on Long Beach and studying for a degree in marketing with nothing figured out beyond the job I have currently that will transition into a full-time position when I graduate. Not too bad but certainly not the dream I had in mind 5years ago.
What I know now that I didn't know then is I don't need a husband by next year to feel like an adult or a job as a nurse to help people and do good deeds. I just need to continue doing what myself and every other 20something is doing; stay true to myself and figure it out as I go. Life doesn't come with a manual for a reason.
So here I am, 23years old and all I'm looking for is someone to laugh with, see movies with on a rainy tuesday night and go to sleep every night and wake up every morning happy that I'm there with them. However, just like life doesn't come with a manual, it also doesn't provide billboards with arrows pointing you in the direction of the person who is going to forever impact your life.
"Respect the lessons from the past, be grateful for how much you've grown, be kind always, stay open minded, and be the kind of person you'd want to meet" ~LD
One summer day my mom and I walked along the edge of the creek that ran through our back yard. I remember her asking my 7year old self what kind of boy I would want to call my boyfriend some day. Back then it was easy. I simply replied "Taller than me, can run fast, wants to play outside a lot, and hates math too." My mother chuckled and thought my expectations were appropriate for someone of my age.
By the time I was a senior in high school I had my whole life planned out. I would go to college to be a neonatal nurse, I would be engaged to my college sweetheart by the time I turned 23 and be married with 4 kids before I turned 30. Oh how my 18yr old self would be so disappointed in me now.
Here I am, 23yrs old and my boyfriends are Mr. Jose Cuervo and Mr. Pizza. I'm living on Long Beach and studying for a degree in marketing with nothing figured out beyond the job I have currently that will transition into a full-time position when I graduate. Not too bad but certainly not the dream I had in mind 5years ago.
What I know now that I didn't know then is I don't need a husband by next year to feel like an adult or a job as a nurse to help people and do good deeds. I just need to continue doing what myself and every other 20something is doing; stay true to myself and figure it out as I go. Life doesn't come with a manual for a reason.
So here I am, 23years old and all I'm looking for is someone to laugh with, see movies with on a rainy tuesday night and go to sleep every night and wake up every morning happy that I'm there with them. However, just like life doesn't come with a manual, it also doesn't provide billboards with arrows pointing you in the direction of the person who is going to forever impact your life.
"Respect the lessons from the past, be grateful for how much you've grown, be kind always, stay open minded, and be the kind of person you'd want to meet" ~LD