I’m not complaining by any means, but it really says something when you are rapidly approaching 30 and you mom is buying you dishes.
What does it say, you ask?
What the heck have you been eating off of for the last 10 years?
Well, I guess eating off those souvenir state plates isn’t cutting it anymore. My mom feels like its high time I got some REAL dishware. Probably because she thinks I won’t break it all.
But this is a statement about a whole lotta things.
I’ve reached my 5 year point after college. I’ve worked my azz off and where has it gotten me? I’m still eating off of flea market purchases! Not that anything is wrong with the flea market, but this translates into MY LIFE. Is my life a flea market? I know my house sure is! Should I be doing something other than haggling through life?
Maybe I’m freaking out due to the upcoming reunion. I feel I need to invent Post-Its or something. I haven’t been anywhere, done anything, or seen anybody (Josh has seen Prince in the airport! I can’t even beat that!).
I’m in a transitional period right now. I don’t know what I want to do. That company I interviewed with in Kansas City in November emailed me and offered me another job. I have a meeting today with someone at CU in the Landscape Architecture department to discuss the masters program. My friend Stacy said since I have a bachelor’s in Horticulture I could get a state job in Hawaii inspecting pineapples! What the heck am I going to do?
My mom told me to weigh out the pros and cons of everything. But honestly I don’t know if that will help. I feel like I need to get my life rolling, and maybe making a rash decision is exactly what I need! It’s like those dishes. Quit eating off of dishware that was meant for a wall, and start eating on something MEANT to be eaten on.