Back from Barcelona
I returned from Barcelona on Sunday night. Since then I’ve been in a somber state. The reality that I am 35 is now sinking in and once again I’m being hard on my self. I know I shouldn’t compare myself to people from my mother’s generation, but I really thought I would have a family by now. Yet here I am single with not a decent husband prospect in sight. Plus let’s not talk about my career. I don’t want to break down in tears.
On a positive note, I received confirmation that Choo-Choo is currently in route from Chicago to London. He was supposed to arrive on Monday but British Airlines insisted that certain final procedures be followed so that resulted in the delay. But after 4 months of being apart, we shall once again be reunited tomorrow. I can’t wait to see him. Oh I’m sure he will still be aloof, but it will be good to have him around. And a public thank you once again to best guy friend and finance for taking care of him. I couldn’t ask for better foster parents.
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August 19, 2005 at 12:18 pm
Ursula
Sorry guys/gals. I was having one of those momemts were I felt my glass was half empty instead of being half full.
August 19, 2005 at 12:14 pm
Ursula
A comment from Heather…
Tried to “meow” but I have questionable content? That’s just like me.
Dunno.
I have 5 friends that turned 35 this month. None of them packed up
there lives, moved to another country and then spent their birthday in
Barcelona. Nope, just same old apartments, same old jobs that they
hate, spending their birthdays drinking beers at the same old local
with me. Not that it’s not incredibly exciting, mind you, but I think
you’ve got more to show for it. None of them are married, either.
Except for my newly 35 year old husband – and again, he has to hang out
with me.
– Heather
Heather’s Blog:
http://www.thelooking-glass.com/blog/shards.html
August 18, 2005 at 3:15 pm
Andrew Hecht
Sheesh, you’re making all of us recently turned 35 year old single folks feel like shit. Being 35 ain’t so bad. Remember, it’s a totally arbitrary number. It means nothing. Think of it like this. You were born. Since then the earth has traveled around the sun 35 times. That’s it. It’s insignificant unless you dwell on it. So don’t dwell.
Here’s wishing Choo-Choo a safe flight.