I’m big on starting things that I never finish.
I’m a little jealous of people who have lived in the same place for most of their lives. I spent my early childhood, late childhood, teen years, and young adult years in different places. I don’t know what it’s like to just go about your day and run into people you’ve known your whole life or have friends that went to school with from elementary through high school. I really wish I had that experience of growing up with the same group of people.
I’ve lived in the same house for twenty two years, and I’ve always been kind of jealous of people who haven’t. They always seem a bit more interesting because they’ve experienced that much more than I have. (Mind you, I really love my town and most times I feel like I live in the perfect place, so sometimes I’m glad I haven’t moved. BUT the fact that there are places just as brilliant in the world is what keeps me traveling.)
Sure its nice growing up with the same people (sometimes), or to go grocery shopping and run into people you haven’t seen in years (this isn’t always nice. I find my self hiding down different aisles a lot); But It’s really nice when people don’t know your life story, or all of your cousins, and you find yourself anonymous.
Me: Wait… Do you want to cut my hair?
I told Mum this happened last night and she laughed and told me it sounded like her and Tina.
I hope someday that my children are friends with all of my best friends’ children.
Today is a Christmas day.
We’re getting a tree and I plan on wrapping presents all day.
Now looking for someone with the same baby goals as me:
- three is good
- five is perfect
- leave now if you want zero
- one is deplorable
- i can tolerate the idea of two
- but i’d really rather not
- I’m okay with four, but really what’s one more?!
Kathleen slays me.