I’ll apologize in advance for the self-indulgent and wallowing nature of this blogpost. I know I’m peri-menopausal, and I can feel a bout of depression about to descend. And I feel myself yearning for things I know I cannot have.
Like
this apartment for instance.
Affordable, certainly, but impractical without any Max-factor. And yet I so want to view it.
And then there’s
this car.
Again, impractical, but I want it.
And I’m toying with some faux self-analysis – why do I want these things? Do I only think I want them? Am I mourning the fact that children and dogs are compromising my choices? Why do I need a wow-factor in my life..sorry..possessions? Am I that shallow?
I suspect that living alone will precipitate more of these navel gazing type considerations.
But for now, I’m going to go view that apartment. No harm in looking!
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