I'm currently going through probably the most awkward transitional phase in life (although junior high was rough). I am trying to go from being a "young adult" to a young adult, emphasis on the "adult" part. I'm almost done being a college student and being a student in general, which means I have to face reality and go out into the working world, something I'm only slightly acquainted with. The dream would be to graduate with my well-paying dream job in hand and have a nice apartment and can cook actual meals and I'm healthy and happy. In reality, I know that life doesn't go so smoothly. And there are times when I just wish I could skip this part. I could flash-forward 20 years and have my family, and my dream job and my dream life. So, I'll let you in on my life in 20 years (if future me reads this...I'm assuming it's because I am right about everything).
In 20 years, I'll be settled down with my gorgeous husband and adorable children, preferably three or four (children, not husbands). I will be maintaining a wonderful home life while also pursuing my career, which makes a gazillion dollars a year. We will take family vacations, probably own a lake house, and I'll drive a very nice car. I'll be a "cool mom," aka semi-strict, definitely not the bad-cop parent, but I'm also super fun and also embarrassing, because all moms should be. My husband and I will go on weekly dates and my kids will grow up in awe of our undying love (I'm talking Nathan and Haley "One Tree Hill" love, here).
In 20 years, my best friends and I will still be best friends. We will take yearly girls trips to fabulous places and we all will for sure be MILFs. We will probably still have a group chat of some sort, but also still have to call each other on the phone like every other day because I can't imagine us not talking constantly. We'll probably still gossip about people we knew in college, and constantly be reminiscing on the times of our youth, and maybe even recreating some of those memories on a beach somewhere.
In 20 years, I'll be best friends with Beyonce and Adele and Amy Schumer. We'll go yachting together and go day-tripping to Monaco. I'll get in at least one fight with a paparazzi, but it was for Blue Ivy so it's OK.
In 20 years, I'll be happy. In reality, I may not own a mansion (but when I play MASH, I usually end up with M, so here's hoping), I may not drive a fancy car and getaways with my friends might not be to Europe, but I'll be happy. I'll have my family, I'll have my friends and I'll be happy.
