I think everyone sits a few minutes out of their day to fantasize about what their future will look like. What career they’ll have, where they will live and who they will marry. If only someone could snap us out of that fantasy then maybe the future wouldn’t come as such of a surprise to most of us.
I remember when I was just a girl watching 90210 or Baywatch I had dreamt about the day I would become a real grown up. That of course included having my own Babysitters Club, a pink mansion like Barbie and don’t forget a prince charming. Then I grew up a little and realized that what I really wanted was a life like a Dawson’s Creek episode and my true mission was to marry Ricky Martin, or maybe one of the Back Street Boys. Little did I know back then, that pink mansions are for crazy plastic women who live in California, that Ricky Martin is gay and that living like a Dawson’s Creek character would probably put me in the psych ward. Eventually I did make it to womanhood and it’s not as fabulous as I thought it was going to be and it definitely wasn't at all what I imagined it was going to be either. If I knew that my life at twenty-five was going to be such a roller coaster filled with drama, that makes Dawson’s Creek look like the Teletubbies, and other days filled with depressing boredom I wouldn’t have wasted my time daydreaming so much. Never in a million years would I have guessed that my living in Spain, amongst my other travels, would be my wake up call into the "real" future, life as a grown up.
Living in Spain has been one of my biggest challenges, and I used to think that college was a kick in the ass. It has challenged me intellectually, physically and emotionally and it’s not stopping anytime time soon. I have been here for a little over four months now, my Spanish still sucks, I haven’t gotten used to the seafood and I haven’t quite found a social group I really fit into. Maybe I sound a little pessimistic but I promise I count my blessings each and every day. It sure beats trying to find a career in an over-saturated job market and hanging out at the same bar with the same friends discussing the idea of going back to school while calculating the overwhelming debt in your head as you buy another round of beers. I get it; I’m pretty darn lucky.
I was even lucky enough to be spending Christmas in Spain and New Years in France. It thought to myself, this holiday season is going to be one to remember, an adventure of a lifetime right? Believe me it was, and in this Blog-series called (I Won’t Be Home For Christmas) with only three Blogisodes I will attempt to enlighten you with my miniature movie-esque holiday experience. Get ready for fun, laughter, omg moments and thank the Lord moments!
The first blogisode will be able for your reading pleasure this week so stay tuned!
I Won’t Be Home For Christmas
Blogisode 1 “PJ’s and Seafood”
Preview:
I looked down at all the seafood on the table and my stomach started talking to me. No I don’t mean the sounds of gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, I mean literally talking to me. My stomach had a voice like George Costanza from Seinfeld! I kept hearing” don’t eat it, don’t eat it, I’m losing it!” But I had to try it at least once; it’s common courtesy to at least try it, right- even if it still had the eyeballs?
