Yesterday I turned 16, got my driver’s license picture taken in driver’s ed and thought I was the coolest kid on the block. Yesterday I was crying over someone that broke my heart + now I look back on his pictures + memories and laugh because he was the best thing I never had, best thing that never was. Yesterday I moved to Australia, travelled the world solo, jumped from hostel to hostel and lost my wallet outside the Auckland Museum and shared a hotel room with four strange men that I met on the airplane ride there. Yesterday I was single and only had a boyfriend and then the next thing I knew, he was proposing on top of this massive rock called Zion and I instantly became engaged because a girl can never turn down a diamond - er - I mean, a man’s genuine love and affection.
Yesterday I was somebody’s little daughter + somebody’s ignorant older sister - wearing thick rimmed glasses and the ugliest 1960s floral print dresses that make me think WTF now - trying to make all the little boys like me.
Today, I am a seasoned traveller (not retired, just on hiatus) and I have two college degrees (which I do absolutely nothing with, but remember, it’s always the paper in the frame that counts most).
Today I am an official homeowner, and soon to be Home Makeover extraordinaire and local celebrity, known for spending relentless hours renovating her home from top to bottom. I’ll be on those Beautiful Home + Garden magazines, you watch.
Today I am going to be a bride (and former Bridezilla), and tomorrow a wife.
And I’m only 24. I think numbers are working well in my favor. At this exponential rate, I estimate that I would have travelled the world (or at least all seven continents), raised 3-4 children internationally so that they can be well cultured and well adapted to just about any situation, finished medical school (and the hefty tuition that comes with it), made a difference in the lives of many, and lived happily ever after with my Stevie — all by the time I’m 45.
You may think setting goals and having dreams are unrealistic, but let me tell you: so far, I’ve met all of mine.
Well, minus the fact that I never got to marry Nick Carter - but I guess I can’t have everything. Being a Lake is a close second.