I am 21, and I have been to multiple countries and I have tried different foods and I have made amazing friends and I have been fortunate to experience wonderful things and wonderful opportunities.  I’m graduating in May and I am scared to death.  I don’t want a 9 to 5.  I don’t want to work in a cubical.  I don’t want to commute with everyone else and trudge to work like a mindless zombie.  I want to surround myself beauty.  I want to be young forever.  I want to fill up millions of photo albums and look back at memories and smile and laugh and cry and reminisce about all those frozen moments of my life that add up to lifetime of adventures.  I want to fill up a passport with stamps from far away places, and smell market places, and swim in exotic waters, and meet people from around the world.  I want to lose my inhibitions and stop worrying about what anyone else thinks.  It’s a shame to live a life for everyone else but yourself.  I want to collect art and jewelry and clothes and odds & ends and old books and get on Antique Roadshow when I’m 102 and find out what the heck everything is and if it’ll support my shoe addiction.

This is my life.