Five years ago I was just hoping I could get out of bed in the morning. I also had a fantasy that I would some day be able to go to graduate school.

The goals didn't change and I'm definitely there. I moved from Los Angeles where I was miserable and I'm now in grad school.

I can't even imagine ten years from now. I just hope I'll be working as an archivist and that I'll be happy. Anything more would be icing on the cake.

Five years ago I was 23 and waiting tables to support myself while I took care of my sick mom. I was dating an ex-Marine who's now married with two kids.

Five years from now I'll be 33. I plan to be a nurse by then and have a couple years of experience under my belt. I'll still be living somewhere that has a backyard (for the dog) and maybe I'll have a 2nd dog by then. I'd also like to be married and have my car loan be a distant memory.

Ten years from now I'll be 38 (almost 40!). I plan to have a Bachelors in Nursing degree and to have thought about getting a Masters in Nursing. I'll have two dogs for sure and I'll still have the car I have now, which I love. I'll have been married for a few years and we might own a house. I hope I'm still in the Washington, D.C. area

Five years ago I'd just gotten married.

Things are almost exactly the same (same job, same house, same city, same husband) except now we have two kids.

I hope in 5 years we'll have moved to a different city (closer to our families) and have our third kid. As far as jobs go - as long as I have a job I'll probably be satisfied.

The addition of two kids seems HUGE!

Funny that this thread came up. I found my senior year HS yearbook the other day, and looked at my "senior profile". It's been a little over 5 years since I graduated. Under my Future Plans I listed:
-Go to Otterbein and become a journalist (check)
-Get married (check as of November)
-Start a revolution (still working on it)
-Go to Ireland (check x5)

I guess my goals for the next 10 years are to:
-Move back to Scotland. I've had enough of the USA. I'm working on this one right now, my visa is in processing.
-Become a museum curator (working on it)
-Own a home, preferably a 19th century tenement flat that I can restore.
-Finish an Ironman triathlon. Now that I've cracked the marathon, I think I can handle it with a bit more bike time.

Five years ago today, I was 25. I had just been initiated into my sorority eleven days earlier, so I was probably an insane neo doing insane neo things. I was also just recovering from having my gallbladder removed.

Around that same time, I was planning for grad school in the fall and developing a friendship with my current husband. I had my then-boyfriend arrested a few months later (he was abusive and a criminal in general) and I ran away to New York in August where I started my graduate program.

Now, I'm married and have one last requirement for the master's degree. We bought a house and two new cars within the past year and I have been serving my sorority as a national director since 2007. I'm currently also holding a second national directorship for which I was appointed last month.

In ten years, I will have just turned 40. I'm hoping to bring at least one child into the family through birth or adoption. I'm also hoping to be in a career that has meaning and is fulfilling. The one I'm in now makes me want to kill someone. In reality, though, I have done more than anyone could have imagined ten years ago when I was very sick and my family thought I would die.

Five years ago, I was 19. It was good times at GA Tech that semester - I was living in the complete wacky chaos of the Japanese language dorm, pledging OPhiA, trying to keep things under control as the chapter president of AIESEC, and preparing to go to Europe for study abroad that summer. This was also the time period when my now-husband and I went from "engaged to be engaged" to simply "engaged", although when exactly that occurred I really couldn't say. And back then, I had just started my epilepsy meds and still liked them - they made me skinny, so I was stupid and thrilled :rolleyes: So five years ago, I was pretty optimistic about the future - I was going to go into international business, make a good bit of money, travel all over the place, and have my husband, and maybe at a much later date some kids, at home.

Um ... yeah. Five years ago I was an idiot. In ten years, I will be about to turn 35. I hope to still be married to my husband (the same one), to have children, to be debt-free and have built up a good bit of savings, to be on the least amount of medication possible, and to have achieved/be on the way to achieving an advanced degree. Probably, at that point, I will think to myself, "Wow, ten years ago I was an idiot." I hope that I think so - it would be a shame not to have gotten smarter in ten years.