Youth is that wonderful time period before adulthood. I say adulthood and I mean, not necessarily the age at which you turned 18 or whatever age your country/religion considers you to be an adult, but when you officially became an adult. There is a time period in everyone’s life when they stop, look around and realize they are no longer in their youth. It is different for each person.
What we consider as adulthood is usually the time period when we can both legally and emotionally take responsibility for our actions. For some it began when they had children if that was at a young age. For others it began when they got their first ‘real job.’ For still others it began when they moved out of their parent’s home or graduated high school or college. Whenever it was, we knew it.
In my youth I whiled away the hours daydreaming about faraway lands and the excitement and adventure that lay within them. I wanted to travel the world. I wanted to be free of the trappings of the small town area I grew up in. I also wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to travel to third world countries with the Peace Corps, Mercy Flights or Doctors without Borders or some similar organization and heal the sick. I wanted to help the poor and suffering. I, like so many dreamers in their youth, wanted to make a difference in the world.
As an adult, my dreams changed. I ended up a million miles away from faraway lands and dangerous adventures. I am not a doctor. I was a biochemist for many years but not any longer. I decided to pursue another of the dreams of my youth – becoming a published author. I am now a writer. I spend my time writing to amuse others, to entertain them or make them think. Writing is an adventure all on its own.
As for location, I ended up…keep reading