Opposite Life

A conversation between my husband and I last week:

Me: So, this might sound weird but do you ever imagine what your life would be like if it were the exact opposite of what it is now?
Him: :::Weird side eye look in my direction:::
Me: Like, for you, it would be having a suit and tie job on Wall Street, living in New York City, single, no kids, going out every night...you know, opposite of what it is now.
Him: Well, the Wall Street thing would suck but the rest sounds AWESOME!

I wasn't quite expecting that kind of honesty from him, but I had to laugh because, well, it does kind of sound awesome.

That conversation was inspired by an episode of Sex and the City that I had watched the night before. In that particular episode, Carrie was dating a guy named Aiden and she found an engagement ring in his bag, obviously meant for her. Her reaction was visceral, vomiting at the mere thought of her life going down that opposite path of what she was used to. It almost made me feel as though I was missing something important by not truly ever living the single, big city lifestyle. Is getting married and living a suburbia lifestyle really vomit inducing to big city girls??

Whenever I watch a movie or television show with Carrie Bradshaw-type characters, I imagine I am that person and try to imagine what my life would be like as a city girl. It would be the complete opposite of the life I'm living. My little "escape my life" fantasy is this: I imagine myself as a writer for a column in a magazine, living and working in downtown Chicago or New York, calling home a small, but very well decorated, apartment with windows overlooking the skyline, having a small group of girlfriends, all single as well, going out for martinis often, shopping at only the high end stores, and giving looks of pity to women pushing baby strollers.

Glamours, isn't it??
Sure, but how does this story end, I always wonder? Do I become an old dog lady? The eccentric one who travels to exotic locations with friends, or alone, who practices yoga every day, who dies all alone because she was too selfish to get married and have kids? My mind takes me to some weird thoughts, doesn't it?

I believe it's human nature to have curiosities about things we don't have. Not necessarily things we want, but just things we don't have. As a comparison, how many times have you wished you were wealthy? If you're like me, probably many. We assume life would be easier, more fulfilling, because we have money, which probably is far from the truth but it's nice to fantasize about.

Is there a true moral to this post? No. This is just me sharing my randomness.
And no, I don't want a different life, nor would I trade my life for Carrie Bradshaw's. She ends up getting married, ruining the whole fantasy anyway.

Three Halloweens.

At five months old...

At 17 months old...

And at 29 months old...

My, how time flies.
We had so much fun trick-or-treating. Lily really understood it and got into it, running from house to house saying, "Can we do another one, mom???". She pooped out after about 15 houses, which is when I chauffeured her around in this:

{Pictured with Ty the chicken}

I'm not sure who had more fun, Lily or me, but I can tell you it was the best Halloween yet!