I'm ok with being ordinary; ordinary looking, with an ordinary job and paycheck, and ordinary car and an ordinary apartment. Life doesn't need to be extraordinary to be beautiful and valuable.
I've graduated, and I'm getting a real person job. I'm moving 1,360 miles away, and everyone says that it's a brand new adventure, which is totally accurate.
These times of transition always make me feel a little lost. I don't really have an ultimate goal, but I've come to realize that it makes me just like everyone else. I'm just sort of wandering through life, looking at things along the way. If I had a goal of where I wanted to end up, I could maybe formulate a plan with steps, and measurable timetables. I know it's typical Midwest to want a house with a yard, a spouse, kids, cars, and maybe a place to go on the weekends.
I don't know if I want any of that. Do I really want the average 2.5 children? And why is being single bad? I would rather stay single than be divorced before I'm thirty, and I certainly don't need a house so big that I lose my husband and kids in the too-many rooms. Maybe I want some or all of those things, or will want them someday.
Right now, I have different priorities:
I want to sit and eat take-out on the floor of an apartment or house, surrounded by boxes full of yet-to-be-unpacked household items. I want to move in and sleep on a mattress on the floor at first, cause there hasn't been time to go bed shopping yet.
I want to tape paint swatches on the wall and stare at them, and then paint them on my walls with a scarf on my head and a smudge on my nose.
I want a balcony where I can put plants, and smoke hookah, and eat biscotti with my coffee on sunny Sunday mornings.
I want a kitchen I can dance-cook in, one with enough space for me to spin in a circle.
I want to find some sort of exercise that I enjoy. I don't want to be old and fat.
Atlanta is going to be an adventure. Each time I try something new, I understand the direction I'm headed a little better. Will it be perfect and life-altering? I hope not. I don't want cliches.
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