Down the memory lane, crossroads to the future came halfway

Today I had a refreshing visit to a place where I used to work as a volunteer a few summers ago. I really love that place, it is a perfect Finnish countryside summer paradise with wooden buildings, lots of space and a lake with a sauna of course. I worked there with kids, arranged them program and gave their parents a little rest from their screaming and fighting. I didn't mind doing it almost for free, though, 'cause somehow even that was relaxing. The place almost feels like home, since the owners treat my like a beloved child. Ever since I stopped working there and have gone for a visit, I get the welcome of the lost sheep which is really nice. Makes some other volunteers a little jealous maybe, but it is not my fault I am so awesome, is it? 

What was really the best thing about this visit, was meeting one other volunteer worker who I haven't seen in two years now. I have always got along with her really well and to her I could talk to honestly and we had similar thoughts and attitudes about working and life etc. One of the greatest people I know! Anyway, it was so weird going back there today. I started working there when I was 13, 5(!!!) years ago and my last time there as a worker was when I was 15. Just a kid... It felt so weird to drive to the yard in a car. I have had responsible tasks there since so young, but well I wasn't some stupid teenager even when I worked there as a 13-year-old, as a worker I have always been quite mature and adult-like (at least so I've been told). Anyway, that place has been such a huge part of my summers growing up and it has taught me so much that I am really sad that the owners will retire this year.

The most frequently asked questions during my brief visit were about my current place of residence and my future plans. Well, it was kind of funny when the owner was like "oh, you didn't go to medical school... too bad!" (just for your information, I have never intended on going there, it was some idea she had since she thought I have the capability of doing something great). I realised I am taking it so much more lightly now, the fact that I didn't get in any university, I mean. Today also made me face the thought I have been hiding in my brain for a while now: did I try to apply for a subject that is right for me? I mean, I know it would be good since I like that kind of stuff, but would that give me the future I want? I have no idea, so that is why I promised myself to keep all the options open from now on. If I get an irresistible offer to be an apprentice to learn to make ice sculptures in the North Pole, damn, I will take it. Okay a little exaggeration, but you got my point. Maybe. I could like studying to be a occupational therapist, for example. That is something I have had in mind for a few years now. But we'll see where this year of experiences leads me.

Here's a song that always motivates me to keep going when I feel like giving up, and that just makes me feel good whenever I am thinking about the future.