Growing up as the only child has been lonely at times, but has also developed my sense of creativity and made me value individualism. I realize now what a blessing it really was. It's sometimes strange to think of how different I might have been if I'd grown up around siblings. Would I have been as accepting as I am today? I only know that I'm glad that things went the way they did.
Although I'm not so much on my own anymore (and I'm loving that, by the way ;) I do my best to make most of that time. I read poetry aloud, take my camera out for adventures and the thing I enjoy the most: make dinners completely on impulse!
