After careful reflection on this past weekend, I've realized a few things about myself:
1. I have a slightly unhealthy obsession with all things Kardashian
2. I thoroughly enjoy being spoiled
3. I am seriously out of the Gossip Girl loop
4. There's a good chance I may never be "mommy-material"
5. I was likely Betty Crocker in a past life
That said, it's now time for this girl to head back to reality...and a new one at that. A reality that will involve a new roommate. Yep, to the dismay of Republicans everywhere...I'm becoming the girl with the [gasp] live-in boyfriend. Granted, the biggest adjustments will be the drastic reduction of closet space and slight lack of square footage. Relationships are supposed to be about compromise, right? However, this is a big adjustment for me personally, and one that I swore I would never make again. So much for my overly dramatic proclamations (I take after my father). I'd like to believe that I'm ready for this, but I know there's a very good chance I'm not. Yet, for some reason, I'm okay with that. I'm okay with taking things one day at a time. For once, I'm not looking ahead and wondering what the future holds because deep down, I know that it's going to be good.
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