In twenty years, I’ll be about thirty-seven years old and well into my life. I’ll have been fifteen years out of college: working hard and living on my own.
The main career I’m striving towards is becoming a voice actor, but there’s no way it’ll be smooth sailing. You don’t always pass the auditions and the pay isn’t exactly big. I want this job for fun rather than money. When I see the voice actors I look up to at panels, they’re usually so happy interacting with fans and other actors, and I wanna be a bigger part of that. If I could have fun bringing as much joy to others as they’ve brought me, then I’m fine with twenty bucks. But how could I afford living on my own with such lousy pay? Well, voice acting isn’t exactly a daily office job. This allows me to get random, local part time jobs that can pay for my rent. Sometimes, when my mother sells clay figures in art shows, she lets my sister and I make a few and gives us the money we earn from them. I’m also planning to start working at one of the food shops at the Great Dicken’s Christmas Fair this upcoming December, where I’ll get paid for my work unlike in my current group, “Toy Parade”, which is pretty much babysitting for free. Though that doesn’t mean I’m quitting the “Toy Parade”, I’m just piling more work onto my already full plate. I plan to return to living with my parents after college until I earn enough move into a small apartment. I’m thinking an apartment similar to the ones at Ballena Village with one bathroom, a living room, a small kitchen, and 2 bedrooms in case my cousin ends up living with me. I hope she does because we’d have a lot of fun and split the rent. My house will be overrun with anime merchandise. Posters will litter the walls. There’ll be so much cosplay in my closet that you can’t see the bottom. Shelves will be filled with figurines. My bed will be in the corner of the living room, across from the T.V., to make room for the recording studio/sewing corner in my bedroom. And my stuffed animal corner. My cousin may do something similar with her room. It’s gonna take a long time to get my life to where I it to be. Maybe even longer than twenty years. Maybe never. But I can hope! |