When I grow up, I want to be an architect.
I used to hear this sentence echoing loudly in my ears everytime I saw spellbinding classic and modern buildings in big cities. Through my own eyes, I saw architects as ingenious designers who magically made palaces out of bricks and mortar. I don't know where this came from--none of my parents are artists--but art has always been my passion. It kind of startled me right away when I accidentally read the sentence again a few days ago from my own writing back then in 2010. Because somehow here I am now, studying economics by choice. And then all the old memories came up and I realized how so many things have altered over the past few years.
