Bachelorette

Another holiday weekend has passed. Whether you spent it with family, friends, working or in the company of yourself, I hope it was as relaxing as mine was! I joked the other day that I was having a Cat Lady Christmas, but after Bernice knocked over my coffee, dumped colored pencils into her litter box and scratched a hole though my sweater, I decided “No. It’s not a Cat Lady Christmas after all. It’s a Bachelorette Christmas.” I ordered a pizza, breadsticks and salad to prove it.

Could I picture having a pet to come home to every day? No. Am I responsible enough to clean up after it, play with it, take it to the vet and be sure I actually do come home to feed it? No. I don’t remember the last time I bought actual groceries; unless you’re talking about pre-made dinners or odds and ends like cereal, almond milk and yogurt.

Sure, I like pets… the same way I like kids. I enjoy them for a period of time, but then I can give them back. No, I am no cat lady. I am not an old maid or a spinster, either.

I am a Bachelorette.

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Always seeking magic.

Let’s think about it for a minute. While many women dream of white picket fences and starting a family, I dream of high rise apartments and excitement. When people are celebrating an engagement, marriage or new baby, I am celebrating moving to a new city, getting a new job or going on a trip. Yes, those who are coupled-up celebrate these things, too- but they do it together. I do it alone.

I thought these things were a phase; that once I hit a certain age my nomadic life would be set aside and I would invest in starting a family. That entails settling on a place to live, buying real furniture and putting someone else’s needs above (or equal to) mine. Hmmm. I am not sure about that.

I enjoy my alone time, my career, writing and life experiences. I’d absolutely love to find a partner who I can do those things with- or someone who would support me or live the same type of life I want.

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A gutsy girl, a bookworm. I am many things… but I will never be put in a box.

My American Dream

My American Dream is having a beautiful place in the city, a job I enjoy, the arts at my fingertips, enjoying amazing food and spending it with a loyal, supportive, loving partner. I don’t have a desire for “stuff,” a car, 2.5 kids and dozens of people around me.

I want to live simply and happily- and I want someone who feels the same.

Over the past year I have begun to value minimalism, mindfulness and quality over quantity. I never want to live in the suburbs and try to “keep up with the Jones’s,” nor can I picture getting married for the sake of getting married. I won’t settle.

Until I find my own American Dream, I will consider myself a Bachelorette. It’s a pretty good life, especially when you get to eat pizza on Christmas.

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Let Freedom Ring! 4th of July 2015.

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