I am not...

anywhere near to the person I thought I would be.

Last year, I wanted to be married by now;

now, I'm not even sure I want to get married within the next five years.

I never thought I'd have a missionary boyfriend, 

or that I'd want to leave him behind as soon as he got home

to go on a mission myself.

I know I don't want children until at least five years into my marriage

which could end up being in ten years.

Last year, I wanted to be a dentist and go to medical school; 

now, I want to be an editor.

I want to work in a cubicle for a while, 

getting coffee and making copies for a boss that is way too cocky for his/her own good.

I want to be crazy for a while. I don't want to be perfect;

I don't want the perfect marriage, the perfect house, or the perfect children.

I don't want to be rich, famous, or the well-behaved woman everyone

expects me to be. 

I want a crazy summer romance;

I want to get an internship.

I want to not be tied down for a while.

Sure, I love my guy with all of my heart, 

but I'm still way too young.

There's still too much fun to be had and too much life to be lived.