Last night, checking into the hotel in El Paso, there was no sense of relief, the thankfulness that I used to feel when I was on trips in Hawaii, where overnights were my escape from Crash Pad Life. Landing
Emily had begged to go speed dating. I said there just wasn’t time, which seems a little oxymoron-ish considering speed dating’s whole concept revolves around quick assessments, and rejections,
Today, I caught myself smiling as I looked at Real Simple. The colorful magazine spread was telling me how I should decorate. Decorate a house. Yeah. True story. This girl, excited about nesting?
Not even close, but with the fun of my life, you’d think I was just a youngster.
Last year, I wrote about saying goodbye to twenty-five. I described twenty-five in five words, and I penned my