"When I grow up..."

I still use those words. Even though I'm 22. I don't feel "grown up." And this isn't about the thing where I still like Disney movies and cupcakes. Which I do! But it's more about...life.
I'm home today on a day off from work, taking care of my Grandfather, baking, doing laundry, and cleaning. While I was doing it, I was thinking...that I didn't mind! When I was a little kid, the only thing I wanted to be "when I grew up" was a wife and mother. Now I'm not married, and my babies all have feathers or fur...but I still hope for those things someday! It's strange, because I'm 100% for women doing whatever they want to do, having equal rights to men, and I even think they'd do a better job at ruling the world! Yet I've never resented being told that women belong in the home, or the kitchen. Because I actually like being at home, and in the kitchen!
That doesn't mean I don't have dreams. Of course I do. I want to travel, I think it'd be cool to work with animals, write a book, or even open a restaurant! But I've never been all that "career focused" the way some people are. I've been looking into college courses, and I want to do something, but I'm not sure what, yet. I guess I just don't know, specifically, what I want to do! But I know I like doing things for the people I love, even if it is cooking and cleaning, because it matters to them. If I were to sit at a desk all day typing data into a computer, for example, I'm not sure I would care about that. But today, I'm definitely not bored! :)