Do I change it to make her sound smarter? Or publish her mistake for all the world to see?
Good grief, she’s such a sweet girl, and it’s such a tiny mistake, but…
I like lists. I always have. I like listing my goals, I like playlists. If I’m feeling conflicted, I’ll even make a list of pros and cons.
I’m not sure why.
Perhaps it has something to do with organization?
Maybe having everything laid out in front of me in an organized manner, occasionally with sub headings, is something I just find calming.
Regardless of my reasoning, whether it be rational or completely irrational (I’m assuming it’s the latter), I just like them. Which is why I’m making one here.
What I want to do in the future
1. Travel. I want to go so many places. I want to live in Denmark for a few years, I want to teach English overseas for a year, I want to go to Africa with Free the Children and help out and make a documentary on it, I want to live in New York at some point.
2. I want to dig deep and find stories and show them to the world. I want that satisfaction of knowing that somewhere out there, someone is reading something that could potentially have a huge impact on their life. And I want the satisfaction of knowing that I brought that to their attention.
3. I want to find great bands and help publicize them.
4. I want to adopt a Boston Terrier Pug and name it Mookie. (Who needs a boyfriend when you have a puppy? Perfect logic!)
What worries me is that I’m never going to have the chance to accomplish whatever it is I want to do. Everything in life is about getting to the next step. Right now, I’m a first year journalism student. In three and a half years when I graduate, will I be able to do what I want to do? Or will I be sucked into a career so quickly that I no longer have this freedom?
Is it wrong to want to take a year off after university instead of jumping into the working world?
I feel like most people who want to travel take a year between high school and university to do so.
But let’s be honest, three months ago I was barely mature enough to move here, ten hours away from home. There’s no possible way I’d be able to travel across the world to live alone for a year.
I guess there’s really no appropriate conclusion for this, seeing as it’s been merely a reoccurring thought in my mind for awhile now.
I guess I just have to see where life takes me for now.