Maybe, just maybe, if I work hard enough and do all the things I should, I'll live a happier life when I'm older. Right now being a teenager, I'm not really sure what I am doing with myself, despite all these ideas, I just haven't got a clue where to start. I'm still trying to figure all of this out, and it scares me, but its exciting.
My dream is to live in London when I am about 24, in a really cosy apartment with lots of books and blankets and home decor. In the morning, I'll have a phone call with my father, making sure he's alright as he now lives on his own. I'll confirm babysitting plans with my brother, he and his wife are going away to Italy for the weekend so I have to look after my two nieces, who are now aged 10 and 6. I'll make a note on the fridge that we need to pick up some more milk after I used the last of it last night making a cup of tea. There's no time to do it today so I'll pick it up tomorrow. I make sure I've got everything for work, my laptop, paperwork, my trusty notebook and a few pens, and put everything into my new handbag which I treated myself to with my bonus. After everything is done: shower, breakfast and getting ready, I can now leave to go to work.
When you step outside of the block of apartments I live in (I'm in the 4th floor with a nice view of the city) you see a coffee shop on the other side of the road, sat between a Topshop and a Newsagents. As I leave the block in the morning at about 7:45am, I look through the Topshop window at the newest display, making a mental note that I really need to get my hands on that pair of shoes, I grab my favourite drink from the coffee shop, I pick up a magazine and some snacks from the newsagents and I take my 15 minute walk to the London Underground where I begin my commute to work. I'm standing on the tube, with tens of other commuters pressed up against each other with the lack of space there is in there, and after about 10 minutes I've reached my destination. From there I walk another 10 minutes to the HQ of the magazine I work for, and when I enter the building I am greeted by the receptionist and a few other colleagues who are already there.
When you step outside of the block of apartments I live in (I'm in the 4th floor with a nice view of the city) you see a coffee shop on the other side of the road, sat between a Topshop and a Newsagents. As I leave the block in the morning at about 7:45am, I look through the Topshop window at the newest display, making a mental note that I really need to get my hands on that pair of shoes, I grab my favourite drink from the coffee shop, I pick up a magazine and some snacks from the newsagents and I take my 15 minute walk to the London Underground where I begin my commute to work. I'm standing on the tube, with tens of other commuters pressed up against each other with the lack of space there is in there, and after about 10 minutes I've reached my destination. From there I walk another 10 minutes to the HQ of the magazine I work for, and when I enter the building I am greeted by the receptionist and a few other colleagues who are already there.
I'm not really sure what happens next, working for a magazine isn't necessarily doing the same thing everyday, who knows where I will end up or what I'll be doing. Maybe doors will open for me and I have to decide whether to go through them or close them again. Maybe tomorrow when my nieces arrive, it will be the best weekend of my life, or maybe it won't - you never know maybe I'll have three nieces by then, or four, or even a nephew. My dad might not be OK when I call him in the morning, and I'll have to take the long journey home to visit him to make sure he has everything he needs and is well, and then I'll not be able to into work that day and that will be the day that I was going to get a promotion.
This is all a part of life - not knowing. But the thing is, I'm perfectly OK with that.
This is all a part of life - not knowing. But the thing is, I'm perfectly OK with that.
hehe aw this is so cool, I love reading little things like this, you've got a great blog xx http://prideandpedicure.blogspot.co.uk/
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