I never knew what I wanted to be when I grow up. Or grew up, as I’m an adult now, I guess. About to start my life proper, whatever that means. But I still don’t know what I want to… do, I guess. Not be. I don’t know what my profession will be, but I know what sort of man I want to become. I want to fall in love, really in love, not in some flighty high school romance “We’ll be together forever and ever and you can’t tell me otherwise!” kind of way. I want to have some kids, to try and raise them well. I want to be respected by some, don’t mind if I’ll be hated by others. I want to feel welcomed. I want to stop wanting to go Home, but know that I have a place where I can always feel at Home.

Corny as hell, I know. So damn “young adult” and idealistic. But I can’t help it. That’s truly what I want.