A year ago today, I would’ve never guessed my life would look like this.   I had no clue I’d be single (and kind of a man-hater, if we’re gonna be honest here).  I set a goal that I’d travel to the West coast by the time I’m 30, and I would’ve never thought I’d accomplish it by now.

I didn’t think I’d EVER find a job, let alone find one and be promoted within eight months.  I wouldn’t have thought I’d be walking around Ikea, scrambling to find things to furnish a small cozy one-bedroom apartment for myself.

Nope, a year ago today, I was way too busy whining to my boyfriend about how much I hated my job for letting me go and my roommate for moving into a new apartment.  Sometimes I’d cry in his arms about how embarrassing it was to collect unemployment, but not without asking him when he thinks he may propose.

I am was something else.

Last summer was absolutely miserable and while I knew I would get through it, it never felt like I would.  It felt like I was always going to be unemployed and in a stagnant relationship and living with my parents.

But a year later, none of these things are the case.

So who knows what I’ll be up to a year from today.  Maybe I’ll be married to a doctor from Italy, living in Australia, pregnant with twins, working at McDonald’s, and attempting to start my own catering business.  It sounds preposterous, since I hate cooking, but who knows?

Life is funny like that.

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