Disclaimer: This is not a blog about food, but it is some food for thought.
Something has been bothering me lately. It’s actually a combination of things, a chain of reactions spawned by one very small question. Because I just moved to a
new city with a new building full of all new
people I get the same question quite often.
“Did you move here with someone?”
The subtext being “Are you single?”
When my answer is “Nope, just me!” I almost always get the same
response. It’s a look that says “oh you
poor girl” followed usually by, “Well I’m sure you will be happy to settle
down!” I politely smile and nod, “Oh yes
that is going to be fantastic” I retort, and then I promptly change the
I can’t look at Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram without being reminded that 90% of my friends are married/getting married, having/have children, and have “settled down.” And don’t get me wrong, I love that for them. I love my nieces and nephews with all of my heart and I will look at pictures of those kids for hours on end. All of the weddings I have been in were some of the best memories I have and the ones to come I know are going to be the same way. But please, stop giving me the look.
Now I’m not saying I never want to get married and settle down. Just the opposite, I would love to have the house and the husband with the babies and the dog in the yard. But why exactly do I have to have it now? And why does not having that make me less than? Please don’t diminish what I have done.
I’m 27 years old. I went to a great University, I made good friends there. After college I drove the country for four months. How many women can say they’ve driven route 66 with nothing but their iPod, an Atlas and their dog? I’ve actually driven it twice, dragging some girlfriends along the second time. I’ve climbed the ladder of one of the largest sports and entertainment catering companies in the nation. I’ve watched 3 KY
the roof of Churchill Downs. Worked
NASCAR, ATP, NCCA, NBA, WNBA, AHL and countless concerts. I’ve hit Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys with
a car door, hit a Yankee with a room door, and ran smack dab into Martha
Stewart. Reading that I realize
celebrities may not be safe around me…
Yes, I’ve lived in more corporate housing and hotels in the last year than a candidate does making a bid for the presidency. But in turn I’ve seen so many places that I might never have had the chance to experience. And with that I have met so many people. It’s conceivable that I could drive the entire country from CA to NY and never have to pay for a hotel room. I have friends all over; people from all different walks of life, each with a story, each a part of my story.
I won’t lie and say that I’ve never thought about the day I get married, or that I don’t have kids names picked out. I’m a girl, just like any other woman, we tend to think about these things. All I’m asking is that you stop giving me that look. It will all come, in it’s due time. I have a friend who swears I will be the girl who dates a guy for 6 months and the next thing they all know I’m married and ready to start having babies. Now whether that’s true and it happens in the year, or 15 years from now, it will happen eventually. In the mean time I’ve got places to be, things to see, and most likely celebrities to run into. So while you may think that you are being kind and wishing the best for me, just remember, I’m fine with where I am and I know something great is in store. Just you wait.