My generation is getting married. Yesterday my 25-year-old cousin promised the rest of his life to his college girlfriend. They looked young and beautiful and in love and full of unrealistic perfection.
And I mixed wine, vodka and beer at the open bar, leaving my cheeks pink and my eyes unfocused in family photos.
What a difference 2 years can make in a life.
Two years ago my cousin was living in the basement of my aunt’s house looking for a job vowing to never live in Chicago. And now he is married and living in the burbs, ready to start a whole new life.
I have no intention of being married in two years but I do hope in two years I have the capability of completely disregarding my absurd convictions of 23 and committing my life to a promise of happily ever after.
P.S. My head is a wrecking ball.
P.P.S. The suburbs are weird. Like the 1950’s only with smuttier dressed preteens.
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may you be lucky at love on your first try... you neglected to mention the teens are also far more obnoxious..
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