Last night I was helping my friend Christine move into her new house which, I must admit, I was only doing because she is such a great friend to me. I HATE moving. After having done it SO many times in the past few years, I am just sick of it. Once you're actually settled into your own place it's great, of course, but the packing, unpacking, cleaning, organizing...yuck!
I'm so happy for Christine because I know how much she has wanted to buy her own home, and its definitely one of those steps that makes you feel like a "real" adult. I know how exciting it is firsthand, as I went through that a few years ago when I bought my house in Fort McMurray. Although I am in no rush to do that again anytime soon, there is a part of me that is a little envious. Seeing my friends with their serious boyfriends, living in houses that they OWN...it's definitely something I enjoyed when I had it, and something I would love to have again someday.
But WHY exactly do I want it? I feel like society has trained us to find the man, get married, buy the house (with the white picket fence), have 2 kids (a boy and a girl, of course), and live happily ever after. Is that something I even want, or it's just what I'm SUPPOSED to want?! What's wrong with just traveling the world my whole life- meeting new people, seeing new places, learning new languages and cultures- that sounds quite fulfilling, if not more so, than "society's" way of doing it!
Once again, my future is a big question mark. Who knows where I'll end up, what path I will end up on, and if I will "conform" to society or not. But I guess that's just part of the excitement- living life and seeing what happens next!
Love, Dianna
Days til I Leave: 9
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