Growing Up

Throughout your life, you go through phases, each moving you to a new level of maturity, each teaching you a lesson or two, each making you a more rounded human being, and each shaping a little piece of your personality. As time passes and I'm slowly but surely approaching my destination, I feel nervous, worried but most of all excited.
I often day-dream about what my first apartment will look like. I wonder if my sense of style will have changed much, and what type of things will fill my home. From the big items to the small details that create the feeling of home. And even if it starts out with just a mattress and a sarong as a curtain, and even if I eat nothing but noodles and bread for the first few months, I still can't wait for that experience, because I know that will be just another phase that moulds me and the morals I will carry.
I try to picture what career I will fall into after my studies are complete, and if I will start out a workaholic to make ends meet, or if I will get lucky and land a dream job. Somewhere I can't wait to arrive at every morning, a job that allows me to express my passions.
I think of what my future family will be like. If we will eat dinner around a table together, go to parks together, plans parties, go on holidays. I wonder what streaks of my personality my children will adopt. How we will laugh, play, share, talk.
The thrill of moving on and moving forward is my guilty little pleasure. I can only hope that my future is as bright as the one I see through my prediction-goggles. It sure is incentive to work hard towards my dreams and plans.

That is not to say I'm not living in the moment, but those without a dream are without perseverance. And what's so wrong with a white picket fence?!