marriage. someone asked me recently if i want to get married. (it wasn’t a proposal, that’s actually never happened.) i’m not sure. have i abandoned the idea, or am i just delaying it? perhaps if i met someone i’d like to marry, i would. maybe if i even had a boyfriend, it would be realistic to spend time thinking about it. right now, i’m still enjoying my space, and new york is a great place to be single. so what’s the rush? the idea of settling with someone just to settle is unappealing to me. someone who shares my dreams, or at least a couple of major ones, would be suitable. and then there’s the 6 musts he would have to meet.
for the longest time i always said i didn’t want to have kids. i definitely had zero interest in giving birth. then there was a moment at the end of a road trip several years ago when i thought, just for a second, how nice it would be to take some kids on trips and show them the world. i still had no interest in giving birth. then just about a year ago i thought i definitely would like to have kids and maybe giving birth would be pretty spectacular. (one thing is absolutely certain, i have no interest in lugging a stroller up and down flights of stairs in manhattan. i don’t know how those women do it.) of course marriage isn’t necessary to have kids, but i think i would like to have both maybe. and a lifestyle based on macrobiotic principles for all of us.
i think i’ll find happiness and love no matter what. i’ll have a garden, friends, a le creuset cookware set, a couple of cats, and lots of books and plants.