Instead of coloring in coloring books when I was little, I made floor plans. Of course, they were terrible quality, made with crayons or markers and crooked lines, but I was a girl obsessed. I always have been. Then, as I grew older, instead of actually playing with Barbie Dolls, I would spend hours setting up the perfect dream home—whether it was out of Barbie furniture or random household items—and then I’d leave it set up for days, not actually playing with the dolls, but instead, admiring my work.
Nothing has changed. Now that I am a twenty year old junior in college, I still love making houses and designing their interiors. Interior design is what I want to do most in the world. Naturally, it’s already very possible to make a living doing it. But imagine making a living going to places like Mexico and Africa, and designing houses for ones who can hardly afford a cardboard box? Now that would be incredible.
I could change the world by designing houses that were not only environmentally friendly and sustainable, but also unique in shape and form. I would design them to last all sorts of weather conditions, and make sure the quality was magnificent enough for the houses to last years and years. Anyone can make a living doing almost anything, it’s true. But in order to make a living doing what you love, you have to really live.