Lost at Sea

I've been reflecting a lot lately on what's brought me here to this point. And what comes to mind often is what I was like as a kid.

I may not have talked much, but I was a big dreamer. Maybe too much so. Haha.

Who knows how long I've envied those with their own private space, like a room. Some enclosed comfortable space kept only for yourself, where you can really close the world off. The only places I had as a kid was hiding places, like closets and underneath tables and often the bathtub. Even now, not much has changed aside from the fact I can't fit in the closet or underneath tables comfortably any more. So that really only leaves the bathroom now.

I know what I have. And I appreciate it greatly. But that can't prevent my wishful thinking for my own private space. A space to create and dream as I like, how I like and whenever I like. I know there really is no point in dwelling on something that won't change any time soon.

But it is something I think about because it is something that has shaped me so prominently.

I'm still a big dreamer.

And I'm still very much a kid with quite a bit of growing up to do.