Sometimes…

Sometimes I forget how old I am.  Sometimes I drink more wine than I should on a weeknight.  Sometimes I wish a money tree really did grow in the backyard.  I figure having things, wishes, feelings, foods that are “sometimes” is good.   If we didn’t indulge in the sometimes, we wouldn’t really appreciate everything else.  Sometimes I wish my hair would grow faster and then I remember how much I pay for my “natural blond” and think it’s nice how slowly it grows – it’s cheaper.  Sometimes I wish we lived further out in the country – with a big barn and a HUGE field full of veggies and maybe some animals.  Sometimes I think that would be nice.  What’s funny is, I thought moving out to the country I would sometimes wish to be back in the city – the thought has yet to cross my mind.  Sometimes when I am leaving the city, having been at a friend’s house for dinner, visiting my parents or in for a meeting, I think to myself “ugh, life is much better in the country!”  I’m a city girl gone country – welcome to my world.

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