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It's days like this one that make me contemplate how wonderful my future will be.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy with my present...but as you know, I'm working towards my career and things will be very different for me once I'm done with school and actually doing what I want to be doing.
Here's a bit of what I'm imagining for our future;
I'll finish school and work in a salon here in Birmingham for a year-ish. Maybe more. Maybe less. Brian will become confident enough with his work to apply for jobs in other cities...one being Portland, OR. He gets a job there and we move.
We stay with friends for the first few weeks/month while we find a place to live. We move into adorable apartments in a part of town that's beautiful and quiet and there are plants and flowers everywhere.
I find a job in a salon that's funky and fun, one that I fit into nicely.
We don't necessarily need our cars to get to work, so we take advantage and just ride the public stuff. We even share a bus ride each morning, which is so fucking adorable that it sort of makes me sick.
We stop for coffee some mornings and we read the paper while we sit outside and enjoy the people walking by.
(oh god. I want this so bad. it hurts.)
Anyway, we both are doing well with our careers and we're both so so so happy because we're doing what we love and we're so proud of each other and supportive of each other...everything is in it's right place. We even decide to get a dog. Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes. It's either a mutt or a border collie.
Or a pit bull. I dunno. Whatever it is, we adopt it from the Humane Society, thus saving it's life and finding a dog who's perfect and loving and ours.
We name him Bastian and we say it the same way the princess says it in "The Neverending Story"... i.e. with tears streaming down our cheeks.
jk.
With us both having jobs that are pretty much during the day, we spend our evenings together and we do all the things together that we never had time to do before. We go to outside summer concerts,
we go to the Saturday and/or Sunday farmer's markets,
we walk Bastian all over the city and we take him with us everywhere we can. We enjoy beers outside
while Bastian sits at our feet, smiling at every passing face.
We're at our most creative, happy place and we produce wonderful work. We make enough money to live comfortably, but we remain humble and we aren't frivilous.
We've got a garden in our yard and the biggest tree on the block, which we attach a swing to.
We're surrounded by art and culture and nature and beauty and so many different people and experiences that we're practically beaming with interest and openness, cherishing the chances to learn something new. We use our new knowledge and insight in our work and we're at our happiest when we're creating/being creative.
Maybe we get married. Maybe we don't.
If we do, it's a simple wedding...no bells and whistles, nothing too fancy. It won't be in a church. It'll be outside, barefoot...and Bastian will be the ring-bearer.
My mom and Steve will move to San Fransisco and we'll see each other every 2 months, taking turns driving to each other's cities. We'll go to all sorts of lovely events and we'll all become more cultured, open individuals...and my mom will be more proud of me than she's ever been. I'll have a rooster tattoo in her honor and she'll actually love it and get me to show it to her friends when I'm visiting.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy with my present...but as you know, I'm working towards my career and things will be very different for me once I'm done with school and actually doing what I want to be doing.
Here's a bit of what I'm imagining for our future;
I'll finish school and work in a salon here in Birmingham for a year-ish. Maybe more. Maybe less. Brian will become confident enough with his work to apply for jobs in other cities...one being Portland, OR. He gets a job there and we move.
We stay with friends for the first few weeks/month while we find a place to live. We move into adorable apartments in a part of town that's beautiful and quiet and there are plants and flowers everywhere.
I find a job in a salon that's funky and fun, one that I fit into nicely.
We don't necessarily need our cars to get to work, so we take advantage and just ride the public stuff. We even share a bus ride each morning, which is so fucking adorable that it sort of makes me sick.
We stop for coffee some mornings and we read the paper while we sit outside and enjoy the people walking by.
(oh god. I want this so bad. it hurts.)
Anyway, we both are doing well with our careers and we're both so so so happy because we're doing what we love and we're so proud of each other and supportive of each other...everything is in it's right place. We even decide to get a dog. Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes. It's either a mutt or a border collie.
Or a pit bull. I dunno. Whatever it is, we adopt it from the Humane Society, thus saving it's life and finding a dog who's perfect and loving and ours.
We name him Bastian and we say it the same way the princess says it in "The Neverending Story"... i.e. with tears streaming down our cheeks.
jk.
With us both having jobs that are pretty much during the day, we spend our evenings together and we do all the things together that we never had time to do before. We go to outside summer concerts,
we go to the Saturday and/or Sunday farmer's markets,
we walk Bastian all over the city and we take him with us everywhere we can. We enjoy beers outside
while Bastian sits at our feet, smiling at every passing face.
We're at our most creative, happy place and we produce wonderful work. We make enough money to live comfortably, but we remain humble and we aren't frivilous.
We've got a garden in our yard and the biggest tree on the block, which we attach a swing to.
We're surrounded by art and culture and nature and beauty and so many different people and experiences that we're practically beaming with interest and openness, cherishing the chances to learn something new. We use our new knowledge and insight in our work and we're at our happiest when we're creating/being creative.
Maybe we get married. Maybe we don't.
If we do, it's a simple wedding...no bells and whistles, nothing too fancy. It won't be in a church. It'll be outside, barefoot...and Bastian will be the ring-bearer.
My mom and Steve will move to San Fransisco and we'll see each other every 2 months, taking turns driving to each other's cities. We'll go to all sorts of lovely events and we'll all become more cultured, open individuals...and my mom will be more proud of me than she's ever been. I'll have a rooster tattoo in her honor and she'll actually love it and get me to show it to her friends when I'm visiting.