Never Stopping

Once I’m eighteen, I’m gone. I’m packing up and leaving.

I want nights that are dark and wild, lit by city lights and bonfires.
I want a quiet apartment filled with books and good music.
I want someone who talks about life and religion with me.
I want someone who loves me even with my flaws.
I want to save a life.

I want to study abroad at Oxford University.
I want to skydive and be in tranquil free fall.
I want the Eiffel tower to make me feel small and insignificant.
I want to hide behind a jeweled, feathered mask at Carnival in Venice.
I want to drink a cup of piping tea in a London rain shower.

I want to go into a high end clothing store and buy the first thing that catches my eye and not care about the price tag.
I want to take my little girl to Disney World and dress her up as a princess.
I want to walk around in a pair of five inch heels just because my mom can’t tell me I’m not allowed to.
I want to get a book published.
I want to meet Tom Brady and shake his hand; see the human vulnerability in his eyes.

I want to be known as the best secret keeper.
I want to share the beauty of faith with people who need something to hold on to.
I want to catch up with old friends that meant the world to me.
I want to know I made my family proud.
I want to step out of my comfort zone and tell someone just how special they are to me.

I have always been a dreamer. I’m still naive enough to believe that everything is possible. And that’s why I am going to succeed.

Once I’m eighteen, I’m gone. I’m packing up and leaving. I’m going, until I achieve all of my dreams.