Blog Post #2

 Week 2

My Life Story

I was born on April 28, 2006, in Farmington, Michigan (probably the most Mid-Western named city I have ever heard of). I took my first steps a little past one-year-old, and I've been told that my first word was "Obama," probably in part due to the fact that all I heard about in my household were politics. While my first words were about someone who ran for office, I wouldn't be able to resemble anything close to running until around 2 years old. I started reading at the age of 3, and I began to learn Chinese a year later. Even though I have practically forgotten most of the language, I still can understand it, except I know that four-year-old me would be disappointed. 

A picture of me when I went back and visited China a couple of years later ◡̈

I ended up moving to Texas in the 1st grade and hopped between many elementary schools. I eventually went through middle school at Quail Valley, and that was when I went through a lot of changes. Now, I go to Dulles (obviously), and I'm all set to graduate next year ◡̈  assuming that I'm not jinxing myself right now. I want to graduate from a college out of state, and while I'm not entirely sure where that might be, I do know that I want to major in business or political science (or both!). I'm not too sure about my future past that; I think in theory it'd be nice to get married, but I also can't bring myself to commit to anything, much less a person for the rest of my life. If by some miracle, I found it within myself to commit to a person for the rest of my life, I don't think I could be able to have kids, unless I adopted. The whole idea of having to birth a literal child sounds miserable, and I respect so many people for enduring that every year because I do not think you could ever pay me to do that. If I ever were to have kids, I would want two because everyone deserves a buddy, and only children are lonely children. The good news though is that I have two older sisters, and I can confidently say I would be the cool, fun aunt (I'm actually pretty sure this isn't true, but it's okay). I will say that I have always wanted a dog or a bunny (hopefully both - assuming the dog doesn't eat the bunny), and I have always had a sentimental attachment to the name Willow for a bunny. My family jokes that we'd all like to end up living within close proximity to each other on the East coast, and to be completely honest, that makes a lot of sense to me. I'm not the greatest fan of New York, but I'm sure working there or in Washington D.C. would be inevitable, considering that I am trying to go into something related to the law or politics (I guess you could say debate shaped that one into me or maybe it's all because of my first word). As much as I want to say I'd love my job forever and ever, I am sure I will be relieved when I can retire, and I will want to spend that time exploring the world, trying new cultures and new experiences. The world is my ~OySteR~, and even if none of these predictions about my future are true, I'm excited to see where my life brings me to.