As a little girl, I had big dreams and so many hopes about things I wanted to do in my adulthood. I just couldn't wait to turn eighteen (18) to be free to do all of those things I could only imagine at the time. By the time I was 18, I had some level of freedom that I didn't know what to do with it. I moved to the university (far away from home). I thought it was time for me to become my own "lord and master" but I was still financially dependent on my parents and had to deal with studies. Hence, I wasn't really free. In my twenties, I moved even farther this time to a very distant town that it could take weeks to plan a trip back home. I visited home once or twice yearly and it was cool to finally have that "freedom" but then I was just starting life. Boy! twenties was stressful. Everything was clamoring for my time and attention. I was supposed to be free but I barely had time for myself. It was work, friends, relationships, society, ever...