“How did I get here?” I ask myself as I open my laptop to begin transforming my thoughts into posts. I am not a professional writer, nor do I seek to gain any profit from blogging.
I am a millennial. I am a college student. I am a daughter. I am a friend to some; an acquaintance to most. I strive to be progressive and tell my story in writing.
I have a loving family and friends who are supportive with whatever I choose to do. Everyone I love is always right in front of me with open arms. College has that effect on me with the opportunities it holds for me in the near future. I feel content and otherwise happy with what I have.
Everything always seems to fall into place but there are occasional bumps in the road that make me question what my future holds. I write this at the end of a long winter of my freshman year and hope to open myself to new possibilities including writing and exploring different fields of interest. I hope to find another passion and build on my plans.
I plan to travel; to find something more to live for. I strive to share and question my thoughts with the world to better understand it. But for now I can only search and wander to find what I am looking for: a purpose.