Someday...
My family and I went to dinner tonight, to a very "trendy" and "eclectic" restaurant called Brick, in pretty much my favorite part of Jacksonville. Very cute place. They had a jazz band playing, and if I closed my eyes, I could just picture myself sitting in some cool club in New York, in the Village, listening to good music and drinking good wine with my friends, with my super attractive boyfriend who, coincidentally, plays a pretty damn good jazz piano and is friends with the guys playing in the band.
It got me thinking, and I started to wonder if the plan that I have in my head, my "post-undergrad" plan, is anything like what God has in store for me.
Here's how I see it:
Five years down the road... I'm 24, out of college for about two years. I'm working for some PR firm, working in special events and community relations or something along that line, and I love my job. I live in a little studio apartment, or a loft, preferably with a roommate, and we're squished and cramped and we're getting robbed rent-wise, paying way too much for rent, but it's home, and it's great. I have a lot of friends, friends that I go out with somewhat frequently, to clubs and bars and restaurants, and they're fun. I still keep in touch with my closest friends from high school and college. I go to mass every Sunday at St. Patrick's Cathedral, because, well, what Catholic wouldn't want to go to the largest cathedral in the United States? And I have this boyfriend, this awesome Catholic guy. He's gorgeous. Tall, shaggy brown hair, perpetual 5 o'clock shadow, and he's a musician. He sings (but he's shy about it). He plays the piano. And he's good. He enjoys going to the theatre (he has to if he's dating me). We've talked about marriage, but not for another few years. I'm happy.
You have no idea how many times I've imagined this, how I pray that some part of this little dream will become a reality...
Eh... we'll see what happens.
It got me thinking, and I started to wonder if the plan that I have in my head, my "post-undergrad" plan, is anything like what God has in store for me.
Here's how I see it:
Five years down the road... I'm 24, out of college for about two years. I'm working for some PR firm, working in special events and community relations or something along that line, and I love my job. I live in a little studio apartment, or a loft, preferably with a roommate, and we're squished and cramped and we're getting robbed rent-wise, paying way too much for rent, but it's home, and it's great. I have a lot of friends, friends that I go out with somewhat frequently, to clubs and bars and restaurants, and they're fun. I still keep in touch with my closest friends from high school and college. I go to mass every Sunday at St. Patrick's Cathedral, because, well, what Catholic wouldn't want to go to the largest cathedral in the United States? And I have this boyfriend, this awesome Catholic guy. He's gorgeous. Tall, shaggy brown hair, perpetual 5 o'clock shadow, and he's a musician. He sings (but he's shy about it). He plays the piano. And he's good. He enjoys going to the theatre (he has to if he's dating me). We've talked about marriage, but not for another few years. I'm happy.
You have no idea how many times I've imagined this, how I pray that some part of this little dream will become a reality...
Eh... we'll see what happens.