The older I get, the more I realize how much my “things I want” have changed. When a person is younger you have these wide-eyed larger than life ideas that you think are so amazing and so attainable.
I thought I’d take a look at my WANTS as a 28 year old, as opposed to 18-ish
18: I’m gonna have one by 23 and be making BANK! Not sure what it is yet, but I’m gonna be a woman about town with such fucking class. Drinking mojitos and shit. Buyin what I want!
28: I’m going to school to be a Marriage and Family Therapist, a draining but solid career. But right now I’m a grown adult-baby hybrid being supported by even more shitty loans…So career is “in progress.”
Me speaking to life:
18: Let’s rent a beach house and fill it with a billion people I semi-know and par-tee! I’ve seen a lot of movies so this works out great!
28: Anywhere I can lounge by some sun and have some drinks in silence. It’s gotta be cheap and preferably with one or 2 other people. I need peace. Maybe an ice mask?! I heard Palm Springs has a great senior citizen scene…
18: A guy who is sensitive, but not too much of a push over. A total artist but doesn’t even know it. He is broody and complicated. He reads but plays the guitar. He goes to the gym but isn’t a gym rat. He loves his mom. He is 6’3″. He has dark hair. He is born between the months of August and December. He can speak 3 languages, etc. Or just Pacey Witter.
28: All you need to have is a job that provides some sort of pay stub, a car, your own place, and a pulse. And don’t be a liar.
A Friday night
18: A concert where I stand up the entire time, all for the love of music. Surrounded by tons of people who love the same artists I do. This is so CITY.
28: Alone in my room with Netflix, a burrito, and an entire family size wine…things are about to get scandalous and real.