These past few years have been a literal whirlwind:
I graduated college and moved to DC at 21 years old
Changed jobs and got a dog at 22
Engaged at 23
Married at 24
Bought first house at 25
So first off, YAY WE BOUGHT A HOUSE! Secondly…whew, that’s a lot of things checked off the “to do list” of life! So I was all thinking, oh yeah, got all the big stuff out of the way for a while…
I mean all these events seem HUGE to me, and they definitely are special, but when faithfully listening to my country radio stations I heard this song that reminded me this is how it’s going to be forever…
Darryl Worley’s Sounds Like Life to Me
…I say hey man, what’s going on
He said I don’t know where to start
Sarah’s old car’s about to fall apart
And the washer quit last week
We had to put momma in the nursing home
And the baby’s cutting teeth
I didn’t get much work this week
And I got bills to pay
I said I know this ain’t what you wanna hear
But it’s what I’m gonna say…
Sounds like life to me it ain’t no fantasy
It’s just a common case of everyday reality
Man I know it’s tough but you gotta suck it up
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy
It sounds like life to me.
Although I am wicked excited our offer was just accepted for our new house, and making a life, home and family with my amazing hubby…I really just want a nap. A vacation. A break from life.
Maybe even pack up 30 romance novels and run away to the beach.
It certainly didn’t help that I started reading a new book on the metro this morning and the VERY FIRST PARAGRAPH seemed like way too much of a sign:
Admit it. Come on. At some point in your life…you said, “Enough! I just wish I could pack up and leave this all behind! This job, city, this tired relationship [ok not that part!], this apartment, and just move somewhere! A-whole-nothing country, another culture, a new group of friends. Change my entire existence. Yeah, some place dreamy, beautiful, romantic, where life would feel like an endless vacation..Paris!” God wouldn’t that be great? You’d startle the hell out of your friends…and most importantly surprise yourself.
So while maybe that all isn’t applicable to me, I definitely connected with Klein in Paris Hangover from line one. Since I can’t go to Paris as we have to save money for a new sofa, to pay the electrician, install a shower door, change the locks, etc etc etc…I can at least escape there in a book!