Well hot damn, I won another award! This one is from Miss JoJo at Newlywed Adventures, which is just a terrifically written and very funny blog about married life.
You're Going Places, Baby. The rules of this award are to write down where you see yourself being in ten years and to then pass this award on to ten people.
Off we go!
In ten years, I will be 32. I'm good with that. Society teaches us to fear aging, but with age comes wisdom and experience. Why would anyone want to stay in their awkward phase forever?
I'd really love to open up a bookstore of my own. When I was a little girl, I used to go to this bookstore downtown that closed at midnight every night, had two floors of books with each section designed to look like its genre (history, with globes and darker pine coloring, children's in a pale castle) and had a bar with a restaurant. I repeat, a bar with martinis. There was no overpriced coffee, no WiFi, no texting, no Facebook. The neighborhood was filled with boutiques, art galleries, houses, and cafes. This was, and still remains, the most progressive bookstore I ever spent my time in.
The times changed and my beloved bookstore went under around 2005. I went back and filmed the place for my senior year film project explaining "Who Am I?" and to my understanding, it is still empty. The art gallery across the street folded and the neighborhood has since seen the rise of Starbucks fill it.
So I'd rebuild my dream bookstore. Concentrating on books primarily and no. coffee. shops. inside. In fact, I believe all cell phones should be held at the door. Whenever you're reading, time shouldn't matter. Texts shouldn't interrupt the process. The words should simply be your world.
The first room of any place I live that is filled up first and truly homey? The closet. I love clothes, shoes, handbags, and I'd sooner live without furniture than be deprived a blouse I wanted.
I am addicted to flying and being in airports. I love going somewhere, even if that destination is unclear. People watching is the best in airports, try it sometime! By the time I'm 32, I've probably have acquired frequent flyer miles like nobody's business.
I will have replicated this entire outfit!
I want to bring back the liquid lunch! Seriously now, NOBODY is fooling me with those plastic bottles of water during a meeting. Deep down inside, while Mr. BigShot BossMan is yammering about the Dow Jones falling over the last fiscal year, you're thinking to yourself, "It's sure is hot outside. I could go for a Mint Julep. Or a Gin and Tonic. Or pretty much anything that's booze on the rocks."
I am fully aware that right now, while I'm looking for jobs and including little "check out my blog!" blurbs in my cover letters, that writing about the need to bring alcohol to a business meeting will not be looked at kindly. This isn't about getting drunk though. This is just one drink to loosen everyone up at the table and get the ball rolling without the initial stiff moment at the beginning where nobody wants to raise their hand or worse, you have to play some sort of stupid name game where you throw a little beanbag from person to person.
Right? Chin Chin!
I'm the kind of girl who when people sit around talking about how many calories are in this or that or trans fat, etc, I feel compelled to eat a big sandwich right in front of them. At 32, my sweet tooth will still be alive and well.
Never forget being a kid at heart. This includes just coloring for the sake of coloring. It's cheap fun that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.
By the time I'm 32, Lindsay Lohan and Miley Cyrus will be grown up too. Wrap your mind around their future, trampy, "I'm not old!" outfits for a minute. For that matter, envision what Heidi Montag will look like or the sheer craziness that Amy Winehouse will probably still be alive.
Never fear, I plan on dressing vintage and tastefully retro for the rest of my life. For this reason alone, I sort-of feel like aiming to be famous because then girls would have a good role model to look up to for dressing their age.
Emma Watson and Zooey Deschanel will be grown up too. All is not lost!
Being a kid at heart, by the time I'm 32, maybe science will have made it possible to truly play the game of Jumanji like it's played in the movie.
I also want one of these dollhouses. I'm not kidding. It's been a lifelong dream of mine. The stairs alone have won my heart.
If you visit my Tumblr or know me in real life, then you'll know I love this man. Ralph Fiennes is definitely my future husband.
Here's where I'd like to live at 32. Secluded enough to hide away, but not cut off from the rest of the world entirely.
This award also calls for me tag 10 people who are going places. Believe me, these 10 ladies are going places most definitely!
City of Dionne
I know, right?
just a small town girl
the lovely dove
Love to you all,