thanks, mom, thanks. the other day i contemplated marrying a farmer so i really don't think i'm ready to decide who i will marry and in which state we will spend the rest of our lives together at this moment. two years ago i definitely had a plan--a plot if you will--that had me creating my first offspring by my 28th birthday (you know, so that when my daughter turned twenty i would be just forty-eight years old...still young and hip enough to relate to her).
yah, f that. i'm way to selfish right now to be worrying about being "hip" enough to relate to my future twenty-year old terror who, by that time, will probably have a computerized chip installed in her ear so that she won't miss a single tweet. plus, i've realized that there are too many things i want to experience and accomplish by myself and with the future love of my life before you come in and upchuck your gerber applesauce all over my new pottery barn table cloths (which, if you know me at all, will most likely be whitish in hue).
so sorry, mom, but i can't say whether i will nest here in carolina or in some other state. i can tell you that we could probably narrow the possibilities to like twenty five states if that makes you feel better (a life in north dakota? no thank you.). i understand that it's hard having your other daughter on the other side of the country and that you just want to keep your kids close to home. i get that, and i respect that. i just can't make any promises...not in the slightest.
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