In about an hour I had read over 50 pages, but that paragraph just stuck with me. I began to question what were my options.
I was (and still am) a 23 year old young woman that had just finish a degree in English and North-American studies last June and that was currently taking on a masters degree on Strategical Communication, so what were my options? To be perfectly honest I could only think of one, one that I thought would be perfect for the time being.
I decided that be best way to get out of my comfort zone had to be trough travelling. I was eager to learn and grow, to open my mind to new perspectives and horizons. However I wasn't going to make my parents pay for it, they had already paid for my degree, and these are hard times. I couldn't be that selfish, nor did I want to.
So that was when the most logical solution arrived at my senses: I was going to become a flight attendant. I was going to build myself a new future, since the one I thought I was going to have, fell apart in front of my very eyes.
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