Where am I tomorrow?

Time is like an old man who has been walking but can't stop. Although he walks slowly, no one can stop him from taking a break. Years are not forgiving, life is that everyone holds a handful of sand in their hands. This sand is all the time in your life. If you cherish it, it will not lose so fast; if you don’t cherish it, it will look like Leave you like water. When the sand in your hand runs out of the palm of your hand, you know that this life has slipped away from your eyes, from your ears, and from your palms!
I am a girl like many girls. I like fantasy and like sentimentality. Sometimes, I will watch some things worry; sometimes, I will suddenly laugh silly; sometimes, I will cry for the sad plot on TV.
Sometimes, I will think about where I will be tomorrow, where I will be next year, whether my friends are gone, whether my family is still around.
I can't predict tomorrow, I don't know where I will be tomorrow, things can't be predicted, because it often brings unexpected "surprise".
I still want to ask: "Where will I be tomorrow?" Although the answer is an unknown number.