Well, I have officially made it to my late-20s.
As I walked to school today on our first 30 degree morning (*insert joke here about the frigidness of the morning mirroring the frigidness of my soul*), I felt a sense of peace surrounding me. My life, thus far, has been nothing like I had thought it would be when I was younger, but that makes everything that much more exciting and humorous.
If you had asked me where I would be by the time I was 27 when I was in middle school, I would have told you that I would be in a serious relationship (if not married), planning on starting a family, and working at a job that I loved. I would have been in my first year of residency as a trauma doctor and living in a big, thriving city somewhere on the East Coast.
Well, my life is exactly not that.
Instead, here I sit in rural Moldova, surrounded by gifts that my students brought for me to celebrate my birthday. I am teaching English (which is 100% something I never anticipated) in a country 5000 miles away from home. I live in a city of “7000” (there are way less people than that in actuality) and in a country where the biggest city is less than 600,000 people. I am nor do I intend to ever become a MD, though I am actively trying to pursue my PhD when I come home. According to my medical school friend’s professor’s daughter, I’ll be the kind of doctor that doesn’t help people. And that part about serious relationships…ha! Not even close.
To some, all of these unachieved goals might seem depressing. To those whose goal is to start a family and live the “American Dream”, my life is downright chaotic.
But, I have come to find peace in the chaos that is my life. I have learned to take hold of it, cherish it, and laugh my way through it because I know that when I am older, telling younger generations about the life I have lived, it will be full of heart, adventure, determination, and passion.
And I can’t think of a better type of life to have lived.