When you were 16, what did you think your life would look
like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?
When I was sixteen, I usually had my nose in a book. Sometimes I took a lot of naps. I’m not sure why I was so tired. I didn’t do anything that required energy. Seriously, I read books and watched “Oprah.” I drew in my sketch book. I was in the school play. I missed out on being in “Oklahoma” the year before.
I took driver’s ed but it took four more years until I got an actual license. It had something to do with having the weight of the world on my shoulder’s when I was behind the wheel. Those driver’s ed movies freaked me out. Where was I going to go anyway? How many times could I visit the mall without getting sick of it? It was a small mall so the chances of getting tired of it were pretty high.
At the age of sixteen, I thought my job would be at a magazine or a newspaper. The original plan was to major in journalism. If I wasn’t going to be a reporter, I thought I would make an excellent copy editor.
I imagined that I would travel extensively, either for work or on vacation. Living out of a suitcase sounded like a good life to me. Hopefully, someone else would drive or I could take planes or trains.
Since I grew up in the country, I did not want to live in the boondox anymore. I wanted to live somewhere with a public transit system and a bus line. If stores were open 24 hours a day, I could be truly happy in a place like that.
I did not think that I would have children. Nothing against kids but I wasn’t sure if I really liked kids enough to have my own.
Marriage was also a distant thought. (It’s too bad it didn’t stay a distant thought.) I didn’t think I would want to settle down with one person for forever and ever.
Currently, my life does not look like this. It started out something like this. I went to college and majored in English. I moved to a city without a subway but there was a bus line. For two years, I worked for a small newspaper as an editorial assistant. It was fine but I probably should have looked for a job at a magazine in a different city.
Life wasn’t what I planned but it’s still pretty good.