I can not imagine myself writing a bucket at any other time besides right now in college because I found out what I want to be for the rest of my life here. This is different from many of my other friends because they all know, more or less, what they want to do for the rest of their lives.
Five years from now, I imagine myself graduating from college and moving towards Grad. School so I can become a teacher of sorts. I do not know, yet, what I want to teach, all I know is I want to teach. The “what” will come later. Besides that, I imagine myself living on my own, paying rent and taxes just like everyone else. I have an apartment and steady income from a part time job. Other than that I can’t imagine anything else for me the next couple of years simply because it’s going to be the exact same goals, just trying to make it through school and figure stuff out on the way.
Ten years from now, I imagine myself having been a teacher for a couple of years at least. Having fun just teaching and working hard for once in my life (joking). I can’t imagine much happening at this point either. Although I do imagine myself being a freelance writer on the side as well; this is mostly because freelance writers do not make that much money unless they writing a crazy story (or they’re J.K Rowlling). I am in the process of writing a book. But I imagine that it will take many more years before I become a full-fledged writer.
20 years from now I figure that I’d be married and still teaching, putting money aside, making a pretty good wad of cash. And having a family, going on a lot of trips and saving up for retirement. I would already start saving for my children’s college tuition because it is a bitch for my parents to pay for my college, and I hate a lot of work. So that is pretty much my plan for the rest of my life.