Day 2 – Where would you like to be 10 years from now.
Ideally, married to a rich European man, touring the south pacific in our yacht with a martini in my hand. Okay. Not really because, to be perfectly honest, that sounds boring.
Ten years from now, I will be 32.
My first thought is “Holy goodness. That is….actually still really young.” I know if sounds crazy but I have always considered myself much older than my actual age. Coupled with the fact that the majority of my friends are in their late 20s and 30s anyways and I have been told from the age of 13 that I have “an old soul,” age isn’t a huge issue for me. I have always thought that when the time comes for me to grow “old,” I shall do so gracefully and without complaint for I have always thought of age and wisdom as going hand in hand.
I really don’t know where I will be as far as relationships go. I’m not 100% sold on the idea of marriage or children but that could be because I haven’t met the right person yet. Maybe when that happens, I will be more open to the idea. Ha. I have actually relaxed a little about it because if you had asked me a year ago if I ever wanted kids, you would have gotten a very quick and sharp “Hell no.” But if I ever do have children, I only want 1 or 2 [3 at the absolute most…mostly because childbirth looks freaking scary].
As for my career, I would like to have my BSN by then, and be on my way to a Master’s degree in Nursing [Nurse practitioner or CRNA….decisions, decisions]. For my specialty, I am shooting for OR circulating nurse, L&D, or oncology. I have never cared for med-surg and I really am hoping not to have to go into it upon graduation [despite the fact that everyone says you should do two years in med-surg before going into a specialty].
As much as I love my town, I don’t want to live here my whole life. I would love, love, love a condo in New Orleans [in the residential area of the French Quarter]. But I also want to own a house out in the country so that I can have a garden and fruit trees.
Hmmm. We’ll see. :)