It's funny how one little letter can have so much meaning. This is my new tattoo. The letter I in Times New Roman font. After years of trying to figure myself out, I realize how often I lose myself; to work, to school, to love. I need a reminder. This is it. This is my anchor.
Next year I'm going to move to Montreal. I'm going to live on my own and work hard at it. In high school I never had any goals. Now that I have them, the most difficult part is realizing that hard work is how you get it. This time is set aside for me. After focusing on my family and taking care of my almost eight-year old little brother since he was born, I finally have the chance to think about myself.
My mind is as taut as harp strings. I have fantasies of my future apartment that will smell like baked cookies. It will be full of plants and scattered paper. I can already picture myself sitting at a desk in front of a window, my hair messy with bags under my eyes from writing essays and short stories for school.
These fantasies are songs that play in my head. It keeps me going and I tap my fingers to their rhythm.
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