Nate Harris
Georgia
That was last year, now college. University of Georgia. Journalism. My dream meets my reality. Sure hope they like each other...
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Entering my senior year, nostalgia and anxiety begin to dominate my emotions, as I look back on my life so far, both the regrets as well as the joyous moments, and at the same time look forward towards the future, weary of what it may bring. I feel that by now I should have my future all planned out, everything noted down somewhere so that I can execute it correctly when the time comes, and yet I feel unprepared. For my entire life my future has been a dream, a fantasy, an alternate reality that I could escape to in times of dread, aspirations and daydreams of a small-town home, a loving wife and a beautiful daughter, an amazing career as a journalist for a newspaper, traveling the world with my family and loving life. Now the future is here. It is lurking, ready to pounce, and I'm not sure if I'm ready. My future has come. My future is my present. My future is now.