Once I leave college I’ll continue to self study Japanese in my parent’s apartment for several years. My reading and writing level will be advance, but my speaking will forever be subpar. If I’m lucky I’ll either get a job as a translator or an embassy employee. If I can’t find a job, I’ll go back to college and pursue an easier field.
I won’t move out to my own place for at least a decade. My ability to handle finances will be limited and I won’t have the independence to take care of myself until at least my thirties. It’ll most likely be an apartment in my current city since I’ll have no one to move in with. My only company will be any pets that are still alive. Once they’re gone I won’t be able to afford any more.
My job will most likely be successful, but ultimately draining. I won’t have the time management skills needed to keep myself level headed. Unless my awful insurance is improved I’ll be stuck without an adequate therapist. I’ll either rely on the same dosage or just learn to get through without medication. My ability to do taxes or handle my medical expenses won’t improve, so I won’t be able to take care of myself well. I’ll probably make it through, but not without some difficult times. I also won’t have children because I’ll barely be able to take care of myself.
I’ll likely get into some short romantic stints. Some will end because I’m not content, while others will lead to other person being scared off. None will last long though. I’m just not the kind of person people want to be in long term relationships with. Once I get into my fifties I’ll likely give up and focus on my career.
I’ll probably retire in my late sixties. I’ll be in decent shape thanks to my walking habit. To combat the constant loneliness I’ll spend the rest of my life on my hobbies. From music, to video games, to books, I’ll be absorbed by the entertainment of my youth.