i left my home town right after turning sixteen. it was a long-awaited moment, which i have been planning for years. i have always known that i would move after my high school graduation. staying has never been an option for me. never! and i am so grateful that i had a chance to do it. i am so happy i was supported and loved on my way to my dream, which led me to the fullfilment of my other dreams - big and small.
i am turning twenty two in a week. it is so hard to believe it, because at sixteen it seemed like such a distant thing, such an adult moment. i looked at those who were in their twenties and i saw them as actual adults. at the same time, i thought i was an adult too (at least, in my mind). and now... six years later i think "wait, what? this is what twenty two feels like? really?". however, the truth is that i have never believed in age. i knew people who were older than me, but wanted so little in life, whereas i was filled with goals. i could not wait for the moment to come when i could finally open up and work hard. so even though i have never thought it was essential how old you were, i could never stop analyzing age anyway. this is exactly what i am doing here right now.
i am turning twenty two in a week. it is so hard to believe it, because at sixteen it seemed like such a distant thing, such an adult moment. i looked at those who were in their twenties and i saw them as actual adults. at the same time, i thought i was an adult too (at least, in my mind). and now... six years later i think "wait, what? this is what twenty two feels like? really?". however, the truth is that i have never believed in age. i knew people who were older than me, but wanted so little in life, whereas i was filled with goals. i could not wait for the moment to come when i could finally open up and work hard. so even though i have never thought it was essential how old you were, i could never stop analyzing age anyway. this is exactly what i am doing here right now.
