I’m not sure why, but I’ve always had grand plans when it comes to my future. When I was 18, my mind was set on London, Robert Pattinson (no joke) and journalism. It was never a question about if I would get there, it was always about when. Back then, I planned to be an awesome business woman by 25, a single mum when that day came and a kick-ass journalist working for National Geographic by the age of 30. I really had it all figured out, you see. The only problem was that it never happened.
So the years passed. I graduated from high school at 19. I moved to Norway at 20 and Cyprus at 21. I then moved back home to Sweden for a while, applied to a couple of Scottish universities, and moved to Aberdeen at 22.
When I moved here, I did so to pursuit my life long dream of becoming a journalist. However, by studying journalism and therefore being told what to write and how to write it, I slowly started to resent something I’ve always loved. All of a sudden, writing had become a chore and I wasn’t even sure if I could be arsed finishing uni. But even though I’m pretty lazy (as some of you might already know), I’ve never been a quitter.
So here we are, a year and a bit after I graduated from RGU with a Journalism Degree (yay me!) – and I’ve slowly started to find the pleasure in writing again. And better yet, all those big dreams and grand plans I used to have as teen have slowly started to make their way back into my mind. However, they may not include marrying Robert Pattinson or moving to London – but I promise you, they’re still pretty sweet.