When I was 15, I thought I had my whole life figured out. Ten years later, this is hilarious to me because now I see that I never quite knew exactly what I was going to do or what I was going to be until, well, I was. However...
I do have a serious imagination. I would daydream sitting in English class about exactly what I thought I would be doing in my mid-twenties. These forays into the depths of 'idealized living at 25' always included one or all of the following:
I do have a serious imagination. I would daydream sitting in English class about exactly what I thought I would be doing in my mid-twenties. These forays into the depths of 'idealized living at 25' always included one or all of the following:
flowers, a park, a dog, a very cool job, his and hers sinks (and towels- possibly monogrammed,) a backyard (treehouse included) and of course, kids somewhere in the picture, and lots and lots of traveling...
Oh, and my home was definitely going to be the kind found in the pages of my mother's 'Sunset' magazine. (I think she is their only subscriber.) Craftsman, meditteranean, tudor... I was pretty much open to style as long as there were hardwood floors, arch-ways, and character- hence my current 1950's Los Angeles apartment.
To further this 15-year-old's daydream, in this 'Sunset' house I would be queen of the kitchen. I would easily whip up 5-star meals in my state-of-the-art space, decorated in deep wood tones with modern touches. I would bake (you guessed it, cupcakes) with my little guys running around. I would broil, bubble, sautee, and grill all kinds of things with the ease of Miss Paula Dean (minus the 10 pounds of butter so vital to each and every one of her recipes.)
To further this 15-year-old's daydream, in this 'Sunset' house I would be queen of the kitchen. I would easily whip up 5-star meals in my state-of-the-art space, decorated in deep wood tones with modern touches. I would bake (you guessed it, cupcakes) with my little guys running around. I would broil, bubble, sautee, and grill all kinds of things with the ease of Miss Paula Dean (minus the 10 pounds of butter so vital to each and every one of her recipes.)
Of course to balance this 'Miz Suzy Homemaker'-ness of my life, I would be the jet-setting travel, fashion, music, and art editorial maven that I still dream about. I would get paid to travel to vacation to experience. And I would write and write and write some more.
This was the daydream of a high-school teen.
There is something absent from this daydream... the boy. I think I already knew that he could be many things, and everything and nothing at all. And that to dream about him would be a lie. While I navigate this 'dating' thing at 25, I sometimes think I may have already met him. Maybe he was a big love, or maybe we've been on only one date, or maybe even I simply passed him on the street.
Or maybe, he is out there... with cupcakes.
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