Someday...
It's an awful word really. Because more often than not, someday never really comes. Some of you reading that may think that perhaps I am being a bit cynical, but please, bear with me a moment. All my life I have lived in apartments. My parents are hard-working people who do the best they can to provide for my sister and I, but they can only do so much. My whole life I have heard many a well-meaning "Someday..." from them. They always want to do more for us, they always think that they are bad parents for not being able to give us a house to live in, with a swingset in the backyard, cars in the driveway for us to drive, and a paycheck that could cover all of our expenses. My mom hates seeing me fret over bills and trying to make a budget for myself. I always heard "Someday, we'll live in a nice big house, with a great yard in the back and the front, so you and your sister can each have your own rooms and plenty of space outside to play." After a while it saddened me more than sparked a sense of hope. "Someday, we'll be able to get you a nice little car of your own, so that you can drive whenever you need to get someplace." I hated how people would get angry and put my parents down if they found out that I didn't have a car of my own, or that I had to pay for college on my own. They don't understand that people can be hardworkers and just have enough to get by. My parents had their own business for nearly 2 decades. When the jewelry business ended up overseas they were forced to close it and find other jobs. They had hard lives and had to quit school at young ages to make money for their own families, since their parents couldn't do it. Later on down the line they got their GEDs, and once they had to close the business my mom went to school to get a degree as a medical assistant/secretary. Even with her making better money and my dad working 2 jobs we are still here, in the apartment. We live well enough though, we have a roof over our heads and food on the table, we have internet and cable television. That's enough for me. However, I have many dreams and ideas, hopes, amibitions, goals in my life that I want to have...someday. I want my life out on my own to be all that my parents have wished they could provide for me. I want to live in my own house, with a big yard to play in and enough rooms so that I can have my own (perhaps for a studio?). I want to have a reliable car with that new car, or even semi-new car smell. I want to be able to have a well-paying job and a husband to love and care for me even if we don't have any of those things. I want happiness without regrets of not being able to have any of the somedays. I want a house by the water, a job where I can utilize my art, and I want to make sure that my parents are happy, for all of the somedays that never came, but that they wanted so badly to give us. Here's to making somedays come true.