In ten years, I will be 32. Thirty-two. I remember when turning 18 seemed like a big deal. In college, growing older doesn’t really seem to make a difference because we are around the people who are around the same age and our responsibilities do not really exceed remembering to do homework and text out parents.
However, when I graduate, the real world begins. I want to travel. I crave it everyday. Leaving Italy and traveling around by myself really gave me a taste of what I am missing from other places, and it is a dream to travel internationally and in the states as well.
I hope to have a steady job that I love. I really have no idea what job that is at the moment, but maybe when I get to traveling, I can figure that out. By 32, I hope to have started a family and be married.
God has a plan for my life. I may have expectations and dreams, but whatever God wants me is where I will go. Where will I be? Will I be married? Will I have children? These questions can only be answered as the time passes. And I cannot wait to unfold the future God has made for me.