Growing Up

When I was eight years old, I wasn't ever going to go to college because college was really far away. 

Even the community college by my house was really far away. 

When I was ten years old, I hugged my panda tight and promised him that I would never ever ever get rid of my stuffed animals. Ever. 

When I was fourteen, I thought teaching would be a nice idea.

When I was seventeen, I was going to go to college, get married at 21, live close to home, and be a teacher/soccer mom.

When I was eighteen, I went to college. I also went overseas for the first time and thought it might not be so bad to go to another country where the people looked like me. 

When I was nineteen, I spent a summer in Africa. 

When I was 21, I didn't get married. 

When I was 22, I left America to live in China for  a year.

I still don't understand how it all happened. I've never been particularly adventurous and/or fearless. I like my family and am not a huge fan of being really far away from them. My real dreams and ambitions are usually pretty mild. 

This was never in my plan. 

But I suppose it was in His.

Growing up is weird, man.