MY BEST FRIEND AND I were sitting at Starbucks today, devouring a moist slice of lemon loaf and indulging in warm drinks in light of fall before she headed home for the evening.
There wasn’t much conversation, mostly just small banter of what we’d like to do with our lives, how we’d envisioned ourselves using our degrees and so forth. There is this longstanding illusion that when I am out in the “real world” searching for a career, I will violently shake my diploma overhead, screaming something to the extent of, “Check THIS out (bitches, fools, etc)!” and future employers will come flocking to me. Apparently this is not so (I’ve been told.)
It was one of those conversations that made me realize how much I am living in the now, and not in the “then”, or the “will be”. This is merely the epoch during which I drink coffee, scout boys, dress goofy, and learn to properly do such things as wash my clothes, clean my bathroom, and cook Lean Cuisines.
One thing my friend (let’s call her Holly for the sake of friends having names) said really stood out in my mind. Out of the blue came a thought:
“I can’t wait to have someone to make breakfast with, to do crossword puzzles with on Saturday mornings.”
It’s so cheesy, yet so perfect. We’re hopeless romantics, really, except I will say her efforts earn more merit than mine. We dream of spending the rest of our lives with perfect strangers, of colors that we’ll paint our living rooms and cars that we’ll drive. Of names that we’ll bestow upon our future children, of spending money without rue, of road trips we’ll take and days we’ll meet again. Life is too short not to be a wishful thinker.
You know, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me.
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