My Uncle Max wanted a story about How and Where I see myself in five years: Five years ago, I was fourteen. Straight A student, good with the family, loving life, awesome boyfriend. Everything was perfect, if you would say. Im now in collage as an eighteen your old, with a current job of a short story writer for now, building up my career to be a veterinarian. Id say Ive been with my boyfriends for six years at most. My flying license with me twenty four/seven, lending people a flight for foster homes. I was a helpful bunch back then and now I still am. It was crazy and amazing what I was capable of doing. Five years of hard ship of everything counting on myself to keep the house clean, the chores kept up, the school grades. I even graduated two years early. My second year of collage and still going on, six more years of this schooling and then I get my dream job since I was a little girl. It was hard having to live in Albuquerque because I couldnt travel the so many miles to get to school and still get to my job. I still had enough time to at least visit my parents, sister, and the family members I dont get to see often every week, at the most. It was great. I spent the night with my parents for a night then leave to spend the night with my sister. I even got a couple weeks off of school and work, where I could visit everyone! My boyfriend would spend the night with my parents and I whenever he could because we had totally different schedules. It was miserable, but we still made it through. After I turned nineteen I was promoted as an editor with my writing career, and I declined the offer. I loved writing, it helped bring out my inner emotion. Just like Im writing this today. A beautiful fall day with a slight breeze to make the leaves fall from the blue dusty sky. It was my day off today and my boyfriend had the day off too, so it was a great time to take pictures. We both liked taking pictures of just the oddest things. In my own opinion I was better at taking them then he was. We lived in a fancy smantchy home with the money we made, we didnt really show off the money but we lived pretty happily even though we werent home as much as we would like to be. But once I turned twenty one I wanted to be a stay at home writer, and have my own veterinarian system so I could at least stay home and relax, with my kids. Yes I still set goals for myself, ever since I started seventh grade I set goals for myself in the future. Now it was my time to achieve those goals. My life was perfect with my boyfriend, my family, my job, and what I was capable of even doing was a mystery hand in hand. But I knew one my life was perfect, my life was always perfect, and what I was put through, I became what I was today, no one ever realizes this until theyre old to think about it. Ill never leave the happiness Im in. I dont ever think I would have been like this if it wasnt for who stuck by my those five years ago. Who I am today was all my doing, and maybe some other peoples, but Im taking all the credit.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 22:43:50 +0000
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