2 days, people. 2 days.That's how long I have until my first sip of sangria. The first of many...
This break is much needed- and not just because it has been brought to my attention that I'm actually starting to sound like one of the Real Housewives. Of the New Jersey variety. And trust me, it's not ooawwwwwsome.
And I've said yes to the dress three times now. Somewhat excessive perhaps, seeing how I still haven't even been proposed to yet.
I've also started having dreams about reviewing restaurants with Tom Colicchio. So, time has come to wean myself off reality TV and focus on the actual reality. Before I find myself having catfights outside nightclubs, pulling someone's hair extensions out or filing for bankruptcy...
Not sure I'm going to like reality though- it seems decidedly unglamorous. I just finished the latest internship and am back in the job-hunt. And it's not looking any better than it did 3 months go.
I so did not expect myself to be in this situation at 33. And hearing about other people's success stories doesn't help. My country has a new Minister of Defence. He's my age. And married. With 2 kids. And a stint in the European Parliament under his Gucci belt.
And then there's Tawakkul Karman, a Nobel peace prize winner. At 32. A woman. From Yemen of all the places.
And then there's me. 33. Equipped with every advantage one of the best educational systems in the world has to offer, free to carve what ever career she chooses in one of the most progressive countries in regard to gender equality. Writing a blog about how my mission in life is to get married...
And I've said yes to the dress three times now. Somewhat excessive perhaps, seeing how I still haven't even been proposed to yet.
I've also started having dreams about reviewing restaurants with Tom Colicchio. So, time has come to wean myself off reality TV and focus on the actual reality. Before I find myself having catfights outside nightclubs, pulling someone's hair extensions out or filing for bankruptcy...
Not sure I'm going to like reality though- it seems decidedly unglamorous. I just finished the latest internship and am back in the job-hunt. And it's not looking any better than it did 3 months go.
I so did not expect myself to be in this situation at 33. And hearing about other people's success stories doesn't help. My country has a new Minister of Defence. He's my age. And married. With 2 kids. And a stint in the European Parliament under his Gucci belt.
And then there's Tawakkul Karman, a Nobel peace prize winner. At 32. A woman. From Yemen of all the places.
And then there's me. 33. Equipped with every advantage one of the best educational systems in the world has to offer, free to carve what ever career she chooses in one of the most progressive countries in regard to gender equality. Writing a blog about how my mission in life is to get married...
I think it's a very normal human desire to form meaningful relationships. Wanting to get married doesn't make you any less likely to be awesome, it just means that you would like to entre into a lifelong partnership with a person you love.
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