I’ve committed myself completely to being a recent homeowner. And like many people who thrive on relationships with another person, I got what I was looking for, am trying to find ways to change it and am sinking hard-earned dough into it. In my eyes, that’s about the same as getting hitched only my home is mine and mine alone whereas a significant other means sharing. Call it selfish but that’s paradise in my book because the commitment I face is to my advantage and when things go wrong, I will fix them without the house groaning at me while trying to improve it. The house has no say on how I dress it up, make it bend to my tastes and desires. The house will surround me as oppose to smother. It will help me build memories to last a lifetime without having to deal with it’s inlaws.
Ok, I realize a house can’t really replace a man but I what I’m saying is that it doesn’t matter and it’s time that 30-year-old single women out there realize that even if you aren’t Carrie Bradshaw, your days spent being unattached doesn’t have to be painstaking and a downer every time you pass a hand-holding couple or if you go to yet ANOTHER wedding. Our accomplishments have just as much tread and milestone-worthy panache as the average invitation-worthy announcement.
What I seem to keep learning, and even more so as 30 will soon be 31, is the real successes in life are the ones that don’t involve trying to make yourself whole by grasping at what you THINK you need by a certain time-frame. I include tick-tock biological clocks and marriage-frenzied singles in this category. You have to embrace your own accomplishments and hell yes, sometimes that is plenty to keep you warm at night. The real question is if you don’t grab what you think is your “ideal” life which hinges on another person to make your happiness, isn’t it time to find your own?
