I always had this vision of myself being fresh out of an Ivy League college, living in my massive penthouse in Manhattan or LA, and hosting elaborate dinner parties set up by world renowned party planners. Well, first of all that's a tad over the top, but I also graduated college in 2008 when like 50% of the country was out of work. So, finding that 10 million dollar a year job was really just completely out of the question (I am not insinuating it will EVER be in the question, but a girl can dream, ok?). I will say that I have come an extremely long way from college. I moved BACK HOME WITH MY PARENTS (like many of my friends did) after college, which was an interesting experience to say the least. Four years and two Big Tens schools later, I was back home in the house where, like magic, all the old high school rules applied again. Yes, I was 22 years old and had a midnight curfew. My dad claimed it was because I woke the dogs up when I wandered in at all hours of the night and it disrupted his slumber (which I'm sure was a large reason for it) but I also have a fishy feeling that it was also because he liked me where he could keep an eye on me. Which in retrospect, (don't tell him this) that was actually a smart idea - not that I followed that curfew more than a few times in the six months I was back at home.
After a year living in LA and now living in my fourth apartment in Chicago, I FINALLY feel settled. I feel like when I walk into my apartment on the west side of town I am actually coming home. Unlike the last few where I felt like 900 other twenty-somethings had lived there before and I was living in such a temporary space. This comfortable feelingI currently have, is largely in part to the fact that I live with my kick ass boyfriend and my naughty dog, so there's always plenty of action. We also got a sick deal on this apartment so plan to stay here as long as humanly possible.
Last night, I had four of my girlfriends over for dinner. I (full disclosure- Chris did most of the heavy lifting) cooked dinner all day and cleaned like nobody's business. I made shish-kabobs with chicken and veggies and the girls brought over dips, dessert and salad. It was a perfect meal with amazing company and everyone LOVED my new place. Somewhere between serving the food and cleaning up the dishes, I took a step back and thought, 'Wow, I just accomplished what I always dreamt about (albeit, on a MUCH smaller scale)' but it felt SO good. Sure, I've had people over to dine in the past, but not full out, from start to end like this.
Moral of the story - we may have these elaborate plans in our heads on how things should turn out, but the fact of the matter is, what happens in reality is usually much better anyway - and exactly how it was meant to be.
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