i have a tendency to get ahead of myself.
on a first date, i envision our wedding. when i buy a lottery ticket (which i’ve done twice since turning 18), i imagine how i would diversify my portfolio.
it’s an illness, really.
currently, i’m applying for jobs out the wazoo. as i work on each cover letter, i envision what my life would be like with that job in that town. i peruse craigslist for housing, scout out fun activities for the weekends, and look into the area’s junior league to see how easy/difficult it will be to transfer in.
lest i jinx any of these, the only person with whom i talk about my applications is my dad. he is a pain sometimes (doesn’t understand the crippling fear that comes with each submission), but is the only one who really gets where i’m at; he provides solid advice and is my rock. i applied for a job near my hometown that i really want. i didn’t tell my mom because i don’t want her getting her hopes up i’ll move back out west, but i have every single finger and toe crossed for this job.
since mailing it in, i have gone overboard in my potential future planning.
place to live? check.
new skis? check.
and the most important part?
i want them ALL. i’ve been drooling over the rocky mountain lab rescue site. this can’t be good for me but look at the PUPPIES.
i want one. now. please.
(ps: lest we forget, i have my gorgeous girl:
but she lives with my parents and is getting older and less well as time goes on. once i take the bar and get my life set up, i doubt she’ll be part of our lives anymore. 😦 i’ll be heartbroken, but the past few years without a dog every day have shown me how much i need a precious little furbaby in my life.)