I was never one of those people who had a life plan. As a kid, I could never envision what path my life would take. Actually, that's not entirely true; when I was an angsty teenager, I knew that I wanted to leave Napanee as soon as possible (and I did, right after graduating high school). However, I never had any overwhelming ambitions to be well, anything - apart from interesting and fabulous, of course. I suppose I had fantasised about living in New York City and being a struggling artist/actor/screenwriter of sorts. Being a Canadian, of course, I had to settle for Toronto.
I clearly remember sitting in Grade 10 history class one day and casually chatting to Jennifer Jonkers (I wonder what became of her?) when she proclaimed that she couldn't wait to get married and have a family. I was astonished - I had never experienced such intense aspirations, whether it being getting married (to who, it didn't matter clearly), settling down or just moving to Toronto to piss about. Then again, Jennifer Jonkers belonged to the 4-H club (I have no idea what that involved but I like to imagine it had something to do with milking cows). I always sort of thought that I would just wake up one day and realise that I had wanted to be a lawyer all along, like most liberal art students (FYI: I got into law school; it's kinda soulless).
However, here I am - 32 years of age - and I still have no idea what I want to do, where I want to go in life and what I want to be (apart from a decent person - hey, it's a legitimate goal!) And although I could never have imagined that I'd be living in Scotland (fucking Europe, y'all!), I can't imagine living anywhere else. But that's about all I can imagine; does that make me directionless or just laid-back?