The story of my life

When I was 10 years old, my biggest dream was to become an air hostess and to live on a farm in Sweden with loads of horses.

When I was 15, I wanted to become a veterinarian and take care of horses.

When I was 18 I moved out of home and to the very southest of Sweden because I was convinced I hated snow, winter and to live on the countryside. I was also sure I was going to become a proffesional dinosaur expert.

At the age of 19, I moved back home, fed up with the raining in the south, realized that snow was kind of cozy after all, but still aiming to get away. I gave up my dinosaur dream. After all, the're all dead anyway.

Two years later I found myself living in London, working as a bartender and had a second job as a hostel receptionist. I'd leart spanish in South America, lived in Spain for a while, and also squeezed in some post office work back home in between.

Now I'm 23, I'm currently living in Oslo, contemplating a carrer whithin either the tourism industry or health care. I love snow and winter sports, I'm going to walk the great wall of China, I want to see Australia and New Zealand before I'm 30, I'm going to climb the Kilimajaro, I'd love to go to Tibet to see Mt Everest (not necessarily climb it, maybe an easier peak nearby), and I want to see the Bajkal lake (is that the name?) in Russia.

Isn't it funny how much you change as you grow older?