I have always been an overachiever with great hopes and dreams. In high school, my life revolved around perfect grades, lots of friends, and a full social calendar. I was going to be a lawyer or a doctor… I was going to leave my hometown for good, vowing to only return for the essential holidays.
I left for college. I was still getting great grades and enjoying school, but something seemed different. I had an overwhelming urge to get closer to home, to be within driving distance incase my family needed me. But I stayed in the big city, refusing to give up.
Time pasted. My best friend from high school somehow convinced me to go on a blind date with an older boy from our hometown. She said that he was nice, smart, and kinda goofy like me. Before long, I found myself head over heals in love with this man.
I wanted to be with him, but I was also torn. What would I do about a career? My major would be close to useless in my hometown for anything other than a $20,000 a year job as a secretary. I really had no idea what to do. It’s not as if he could move; farms tend to be stuck in one place.
Over time, Colby and I have come to an agreement. I’m going to finish college and marry him with no real career plan in place. I have a few ideas, but nothing guaranteed at this point. Come December, I may be nothing more professionally than a glorified farm hand with a college degree, but I know that everything will be perfect…